Why would you ever compare?
Why did you even try?
Were you hurt by my actions?
Did you want a fresh start?
Do you think over a little?
Does he question my existence now?
Why is his love so much greater?
Why is mine halved?
Well, I could project what’s right,
But that wouldn’t mean its mine for keeping.
And I could wither my feelings but
Whether you feel it
Is a different ordeal.
Yet I hope you see me still,
Maybe someday feel it too.
From yours forsaken,
To forsaking you.