It often seems so one-sided,
Like my love is unrequited,
It's not my fault he's in his situation,
But I'm the one who gets limited communication.
Backburnered, put on a shelf, just an afterthought,
Sometimes I feel like our love is coming to naught,
Out of sight, out of mind, oblivious and blind,
Focused totally on his world--
Like I am just his fantasy girl.
They tell me to wait and work on myself---
How long can I live on somebody's shelf,
Like I'm just another possession--
This love is feeling like an obsession!
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