If you could only see what I see looking through the glass,
Then you'd understand. Why I feel this way about you.
Bittersweet happiness is the richest kind.
The feeling of jealousy is nothing more than a feeling of guilt.
Because, you regret everything you had said and done to make them leave.
If you could only see, how much I truly care. Then maybe you'd come back.
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