Not the One
You look at me and smile, I guess
I'm not the one, I must confess
I tried so hard to get it right
To be as you, tender and kind
But I'm not made for tenderness
I'm made for long and painful ends
I'm made for shouting on the beach
While he sings a song I missed
I wish I could've stayed in there
To be as easy to take as air
But I was hard and storm for you
So please give up, I know you should.
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