It felt good to blame you for something
To yell and scream in your general direction
But I know that you are not to blame
These hard-wired eyes have been always been
Since our first chat
Since our first date
To say you've spied is my projection
That is mine, my cross to bear
I have done what I claim you do
But it's my only way to stay compassionate
To look everyday to find the man I loved
The one who told me he never loved in return
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