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Honor


It‘s a tragedy of sorts when I look into your puppy eyes
I know I‘m meant to think this is inappropriate
But I feel as though it‘s an honor that you recognize me
And turn around to give you the cold shoulder
in an effort to make it stop

On one hand, I wish you would disappear into an abyss
and take all the mixed feelings, set me free
But I feel as though it‘s an honor that you recognize me
I live through another day behind the counter
in an effort to make it stop

On the other hand, it is you who stares into my eyes
And I‘m wondering who started the masquerade
But I feel as though it‘s an honor that you recognize me
And I don‘t really want it to end either
so I don‘t make an effort to make it stop

I‘m wondering what is going to happen with us
It is inevitable that one of us has to leave
But I feel as though it‘s an honor that you recognize me
I wish you all the best for your life with her
I will leave in an effort to make it stop

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