Because I can’t handle never being in your vantage point

A smile to my lips

When I talk to you

Tear in my eye

Because the reality is too much

Does he realize that I have always been there?

He was the Cool kid in middle school

And I was a Freak

He was a Sunday School genius

And I barely knew the book of Genesis

He is smart and spiritual

Good looking and punctual

Never thought he noticed me

Until that day on the church steps

Been friends ever sense

Curled in a chair that faces the window

I sat there every time you phoned

Laughter came so easy

You understand me

Knees to my chest

Lump in my throat

His arm around my shoulders

Saying the right words or nothing at all

Bad heartbreak

He said I deserved better

It’s hard to believe that

I have lied to myself

About the way I feel

All these years

Always there just buried underneath

I made the mistake of letting them surface

And now I can’t push them back under

Honestly I just want to push you away

I hate being everything to you

But meaning nothing

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