We saw each other, talked, ate, hung out like regular buddies do
I'm the leading man in the story and my lady-in-waiting isn't even Orlando Bloom
Why the hell do I even bother inviting him to group activities as an excuse to hang out
Repaid with reasons why he can't, it's okay to be a man about it, it is your sex for crying out loud
I don't deserve him, I don't deserve what I'm doing to myself
Used my heart at the expense of self-respect now what's left is an empty shelf
Enough is enough. I'm not rewinding back to scene one
The second act is supposedly more interesting, it stares a different man
Our story wasn't that of love
The credits can now roll
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