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You call me a loser
You call me a shadow and fool
You Look over your shoulder
And you say I'm haunting you...

Me. The invisible women. Do I really exist, beyond sitting between the two of them?

Everyone knows who she is, but not even she could transpose their devotion. They're more connected, more married, than I could ever hope to be.

So I'm the accessory. The fourth wheel on a tricycle. And at any time, Stevie could just take me off.

Is it possible to exist without love? I don't think so. That's why I'm the willing patsy. Why I stand aside and let them enact their little psychodrama. But no one knows. I'm not that hopeless.

You call me a loser,
Call me shadow and fool
But I was a good girl
Until you taught me what it means to be true

It's shadenfreud. Madness. They hate, and then love, then love and hate. Fornicate and castrate. They have no clue what they want and yet all the means of getting it.

Me? I'm just the weighstation.

Welcome to my world...


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