\n I stand here at this point in life, wondering what to do
\n\n I stand here at this point in life, wishing I had you
\n\n But as I stand here idly wishing, I turn and gaze anew
\n\n At the man I hate with the one I love, it's you, it's you, it's you
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\n\n I see you with this perfect man, grinning up at him
\n\n I see you with this bastard man, and I envy him
\n\n But as I watch you two alone, I know I'll never be
\n\n The perfect man you always seek, the one you think is he
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\n\n He's not perfect, it's tough but true, I know it for a fact
\n\n Pleas allow me to explain before you choose to act
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\n\n I know so many of his secrets, like his identity
\n\n His lifestyle, favorites, habits, hobbies, and even family
\n\n I know the biggest secret, and will share it so you'll see
\n\n This perfect man that I hate
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\n\n is me, it's me, not Me
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It would be a fun open to write an interpretation about.