When I come over it's always
the same.
You're starting to call me
by his name
You treat me like I am not
there,
And that's not fair.
But don't you waste a sigh
On a lonely boy such as I.
No, No, it's not the way you
look within
That makes me cringe.
No, No, it's not the way you
talk it out
That makes me pout.
When I come over you always
act
Like you've discovered an
unknown fact
About the way he combed his
hair,
And that's not fair.
But don't you waste a sigh
On a lonely bay such as I.
© 1985 by Bob Holmes
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