It’s fun how you don’t need me anymore.
It’s fun how I’m a beggar at your door.
And yet you still come running when you’re down.
What will you do when I am out of town?
What will you do with no one at your side?
Where can you go, my love? Where can you hide
When you’re alone? What will you do, my dear,
When you discover I have disappeared?
Scratch that; you need me not, this much I see.
You need me not. Not anymore. Not me.
You need me not, my love, this much I know.
And so my absence will unnoticed go.
It’s fun how I’m a beggar at your door.
It’s fun how I don’t love you anymore.
18/08/2020 — 13/12/2020
Anymore
© Copyright: Алёна Чекова, 2020
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