She's supposed to be mine.
I can't share with him.
I want to spend every waking moment with her.
But not if he's there.
Maybe I'll never see her again.
But I never want her to leave my side.
And as the day draws near
I stand here alone
I have been truly happy for 12 years.
"He's going to move in,"
She says in a tone,
"The wedding is in October,"
But I could never feel at home.
"I love my children more than anything,"
She used to say.
She used to say.
She.
Used.
To.
Say.
Those words still echo in my head.
But I'll never call him my father,
I couldn't go any farther,
Never in a million years.
--Shh this part doesn't exist--
I can't help but tear up and the thought of them being perfect
And as the day draws near
She sneers at me, she makes me feel worth it
Maybe this could be perfect as long as he doesn't take her,
That's mine, sir!
I didn't say you could take her!
