I suppose he wonders why
I don't even acknowledge it,
Why I won't meet him halfway
Or send him away in defeat,
Or perhaps the already suspects
That I need that kind of drama
Like a fish needs a bicycle.
I suppose she expects me
To do everything, to be everything,
To swoop in, sweep her off her feet,
That whole fairytalestorybook bit,
But that's not my kind of relationship.
I'm not looking for a princess,
Just a friend.
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