Friday, July 26, 2013

The Wrong Thing

I watched him hold her as she wiped the tears from her eyes
He looked lost
This was all his doing, but he looked confused still
He was holding her, to console her, to tell her not to cry
But he also didn't want to let go, he wanted her even more then

As I watched through my truck's window, waiting at that red light
I knew who he was
I saw myself in him

She moved away, still wiping her tears
She was ready to let go
But he still wanted to hold her
That poor, selfish fool

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