For one glorious moment.
Not the way you believe you do.
Perhaps you just want recognition,
an acknowledgement of victory
that yes, you can get this girl.
But you live well without my presence,
I can walk out tomorrow,
and you won’t shed a tear.
You won’t have burning flames in your eyes,
I won’t feel pulled back or regrets,
We know you don’t want me that way.
Not holding me at night under the stars,
Not protecting me from any harm,
Not making silly jokes to make me smile,
But showing me off as a trophy to them.
Yes, I got the girl. I got her.
But I don’t need her to be happy.