but it isn't the trying that count
it is the small victories that you count
and they are few and far in between
maybe we are not meant to have someone
maybe others are just wired to be alone
maybe this is my fate
for how could anyone love someone like me
when time is measured by the meter
and time is a luxury I cannot afford
and you are right...
you deserve so much more
and so I reel from the bitterness of truth
that I am alone in this plight
because to ask you to understand is just beyond you
and hearing the words
If you loved me... you would have...
is just another drop in the proverbial bucket
so maybe people like me are not meant to be loved
because love has conditions even when
we deny it
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