He Is Better For You Than Me
It was one summer morning
The wind pressed against me
As I look at my face
On the mirror of the door
Inside the bus, that's moving
But everything seems to stop
Except that bus and the people outside
I try to think of the time
You were with me, some similar day
Now I try to compare then and now
I look beside me and I see no one
The only person I can see is me
The person who has lost, everything
I try to look inside the person that I am
But I get no answer
The only thing that reminds me
When I do so
He is better for you than me
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