My Pain

 

The only thing that wounds me

Is that you cannot be mine.

You're the beloved of another,

So I'll try not to whine.

 

I cannot take you from him;

I wouldn't stand a chance.

So I'll spend my days just hoping

That you'll tire of the dance.

 

So I'll stand here on the sidelines

Wishing you were free

Loving you as best I can

And hiding my misery.

 

If I thought that I could have you,

That the two of us could be,

I'd stand here waiting for you

For all eternity.