that you're seeing him
and i'm supposed to be fine
with it
i only saw through your eyes
what you see in him
and i'm supposed to be ok
with it
but i can't see what
you're thinking of me
and i can't ask why
you're walking with him
and i can't know much
about where you walk
because i gave up that trip
long ago
when you left me in the woods
as you walked towards
your own particular sun
without one look back
at me
(grow)
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