MY BUSINESS
You’re not mine to keep
Yet it breaks me when you leave
I have no rights to you
Yet jealousy kills me all day
I have no business liking you like this
Too bad, but that’s my business
I shouldn’t like the little things
Like the smile you don’t know you get
Every time you talk to me
Or the scent of your cologne
Whenever you walk past me
The way your hands feel in mine
Or the tingles at the thought of them on me
Shit!
I think of you too much
And not in ways you’d appreciate
But thank heavens, that’s my business
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