How long must we put on this charade?
Feeling as though I'm lying to myself now
Everyday
I feel like Romeo and you're Juliet
But the story doesn't play out the way it was written
The feelings aren't mutual
I'm falling
Even though I shouldn't be
I'm not looking out for me
My well being
And for you
I'm just there
To be used
To be the utility knife in your life
And yet I get nothing in return anymore
All this is making me sore
I want to be the boy
At your balcony
Who beckons your name
I'm getting sick of this game
But I won't say anything
I'd rather be a fool
Than be alone
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