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When I put my hand in yours,

It feels right,

But not as right as before;

And when we're pissing about at home,

Doing things that couples do,

Fighting on the sofa and ending up cuddling and kissing,

Entwined in each other's presence,

Physically. Emotionally.

It feels right,

But not as right as before.



And when we're making love,

It feels good,

But not as good as before.

And when you hold me after we've "shared",

It feels like "love".

But not as "love" as before.



And when I tell you off for being "naughty",

It feels strong - and you feel dominated, don't you?

But not as strong as before.



And when we share our secrets,

Our pasts, our dreams, our fears,

It feels like we're one, doesn't it?

But not as one as I was before.



I'll let you into another secret of mine.

Lean in a little closer,

Cross your heart and hope to die,

You won't tell that I told ya.



When you're crying lying tears,

And wondering why you're with me,

I'm doing just the same...

I'm not second best, baby.

You are.