What You Have

I guess you're done playing nice;

Now you're just keeping tabs.

Well, watch me all you like, honey.

I don't want what you have.

And what do you have?

A pinch of happiness and

a fistful of heartache?

A moment of tenderness and

nights full of bitterness?

I don't want what you have.

You can keep it.

Why should I kill myself trying to

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