The desire, the love for only one.
That of a primary state, can't be done.
You, dear boy, reside so near to me.
But you other boy, remain so dear to me.
This love unfortunately is given to two.
But but he, my love, is closer than you.
Stab a knife into me, it'd feel just the same.
Because live far or love not, it vexes me with pain.
A set of brown eyes, a set of blue.
Do mine lock with either of you?
I choose you, one who lives close.
And I hurt you, one who loves me most.
I choose you, one far away.
And I miss out on the ones on the way.
Make me choose? I don't think I can.
Because neither of you would understand.
I don't think I'll ever know what was right to do.
But I know that I can't love two.
