The Third Wheel♥
I used to be the one,
Who, to everything was told.
You had nothing to hang on to.
Nothing to let go.
Nothing was held,
Nor was kept.
As time will progress,
I will know less, and less.
Continue to tell him,
Her, they and them.
Instead of me....
We'll see who comes back running
When him, her, they, and them
Have gone to worry about
Them, they, her and him.
The only thing that is more unfair
is that when you come back
For whatever it is you want me for,
I will have open arms,
Like I have always had before.
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