Liar liar

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Maybe I’m a liar
I keep telling people I miss you
Even when I’m not even sure what I miss about you when I think about it all
I miss you when I wake up and I just had a dream about our marriage
Then I remember how you treated me and I feel grateful that you never call
I miss you when I do something special and don’t know who to talk
Then I remember you still need to grow up too much and I’m too young to be a mom
I miss you when I see a mother and a child
Then remember we were never really meant to be
I want a husband, you want a girlfriend
I hope you can finally admit it
You are just not ready
You were never ready for me
And I know you won’t be
I don’t think I miss you
But I miss having that love
I guess I’ll feel it again
I’m just hard to let go
It’s not because of you, that’s on me
Is something that always happens, when I love I’m blind, I can’t see
Until the day comes
And the blindfold falls
And I get depressed
I have so much love inside
I just never know how to give that to the only person that has been there through it all
How can I love myself the same way I love everyone else?
I guess in different ways we are both growing up
I’m just not ready either
 
Maybe I’m a liar
I keep telling people I miss you
Even when I’m not even sure what I miss about you when I think about it all
I miss you when I wake up and I just had a dream about our marriage
Then I remember how you treated me and I feel grateful that you never call
I miss you when I do something special and don’t know who to talk
Then I remember you still need to grow up too much and I’m too young to be a mom
I miss you when I see a mother and a child
Then remember we were never really meant to be
I want a husband, you want a girlfriend
I hope you can finally admit it
You are just not ready
You were never ready for me
And I know you won’t be
I don’t think I miss you
But I miss having that love
I guess I’ll feel it again
I’m just hard to let go
It’s not because of you, that’s on me
Is something that always happens, when I love I’m blind, I can’t see
Until the day comes
And the blindfold falls
And I get depressed
I have so much love inside
I just never know how to give that to the only person that has been there through it all
How can I love myself the same way I love everyone else?
I guess in different ways we are both growing up
I’m just not ready either
Unrequited love causes a lot of confusion and pain.
Relationships are often a mirror of our own inner dimensions.

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