The Perfect Song

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Standing in the rain, feeling drenched with pain

I wonder what went wrong. 

Standing in an empty road, realizing the heart ain't taking any more load. 

I ask myself where I went wrong. 


I loved you more than anything. 

That's where, I guess, things started to mean nothing. 

It was always about you, never me. 

Maybe that's why you never really cared how I feel.


But now I know where I went wrong.

Loving you more than everything wasn't just the perfect song. 

The song had a missing part, 

Maybe about the missing self love in my heart. 


Seeing you walk away, 

I realized, I cared too much to love myself in that way. 

But now I know the meaning of this word. 

It is the most important thing in this mad world. 


Standing in the rain, feeling the drops of joy on me. 

I wonder, is this how I was supposed to feel?

Standing in an empty road, dancing like a mad woman, because I know no one can see, 

And even if they do, I don't care, because I love me.

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