The Love Not Taken
who's heart that is
I do not know
but the fire in your eyes
he makes it glow
he will not see me pining here
wishing that I could have made it so
the bar tender thinks
it's just the beer
that each night
has me sitting here
staring at the house
across the lake
where your love grows
and my heart breaks
the empty cold inside
just makes me shake
tears start to fall
when it's more than I can take
I didn't learn to dance
this end I fear
watching you at night
through designer beer.
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