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So what am I

I ask myself as the people pass by

I sit there lookin at everyone else with the cup in my hand

I look at the grains of sand

Time is such a valuable thing

He loves me because he asked for my hand with this ring

But things just haven't been the same

My personality is too boring or too lame

He doesn't think so

He just wishes that I would let myself go

Here am I watching the people pass by

Watching the sun fall down from the sky

Wondering, watching, and asking myself why

Why is it that he loves me so

But that is a question I just do not know

I just don’t know the answer to this

I just walk away while blowing him a kiss

I always have to leave him in the end

But no longer are we friends

We step up to a higher level in life

I love him so much I already feel as if I were his wife

Life is such a funny thing

How something so complicated like a ring

Can bring out the best in you