It’s like a bad romance film
Filled with drama and tension
But after watching lives fall apart
I think I’ve learned my lesson
I love you both, I love you still
It’s how the story goes
But you could never love me back
I’m left with a wilted rose
The problem with the storybooks
Is that they’re all fiction
It’s the way my life is too
Nothing comes to fruition
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