You've seen so much more than I have
And though I know I shouldn't be jealous of the past
Sometimes it hurts to think that I was not a part of that.
Do you ever feel that you had it much better before?
I think you might, because you had so much more
And I don't know if I can ever give you enough.
And somewhere, in places I've never been,
They've touched you and they hold a piece of you,
Giving you that one more thing to belong to.
One more than me.
And I can only wait
As the days pass
When I will own so much more of you.
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