Maybe I might end up forgotten by you,
but still my love isn’t at all going to waste.
There is no need for me to hurry,
even if all you want of me is another taste.

Two can play at your game,
even if it drags out in time.
I won’t crumble when I hear your name,
even though I might wish you were mine.

You already got another lover,
still I got you standing at my door.
Maybe I won’t be the better option,
but I can always make you want more.

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