When the two people closest to you
Meet and become even closer
It's like a slap in the face
A finger pointed in hate
A reminder that you're just a poser.

When the two people closest to you
Begin to move closer together
It's like someone laughing out loud
As they hold their heads up proud
Knowing that they've ripped you apart forever.

I can't handle the people that mean the most to me
Holding their shining lights for each other so that all can see
One is my sanctuary from the other
So what do you do when they are crazy about one another?

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