You compete over me constantly
You act as if I was a toy
You think I have no will of my own
When I complain
You tell me to choose
I don’t want to choose
I want to be left alone
Then you both look at me
With puppy dog eyes
I forget my own angry
You ask me to chose
But remember broken hearts heal
When I reject you both.
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