Am I the one who is to stand by your side,
And watch you be happy in someone else’s arms?
Am I supposed to smile at the audacity
He has to kiss those rosy lips in front of me?
Am I the one who has to hear complaints
And ignore the fact that I too have needs?
Am I the rock beneath that foot of yours
The one you walk all over without protests?
Am I the toy you play within your sleep
When he’s the one you want be held by?
What am I now, my dearest girl?
How much longer will you torture me?
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