I always dreamt of you
Holding my hand
Holding my heart
Yet, none of it came true.
I wished I had you
But she has you
Body and soul
I have nothing at all.
I am full of hopes
Even high ones
Like a tall skyscraper
But I am like a crumpled paper.
I have been hurt
By you, without you knowing it
I wish I had a heart like her
From one to two.
The first, now the second
Can I be the third?
I get my hopes up
Waiting for you to pull me up.
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