He said he had a perfect dream to follow,
One he couldn’t have and keep me too.
As angry as I know I should be at him,
Instead I find it simpler to blame you.
I know she didn’t try
To catch his wandering eye,
Or steal his fickle heart away.
But that doesn’t make it any easier to watch him go.
God, I really hate New York today.
I always knew this day would come eventually,
But I never saw him leaving me behind.
When he said “always,” I believed so foolishly.
Now suddenly, he’s changed his mind.
I could kick myself, I should’ve seen it coming.
I’ve never been the girl who lived in fairy tales.
So how did I end up with this cracked glass slipper,
Straining for a last glimpse of his white horse in the distance?
I know she didn’t try
To catch his wandering eye,
Or steal his fickle heart away.
But that doesn’t make it any easier to watch him go.
God, I really hate New York today.
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