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--Aristotle
That Man
Late 90s
I don’t know where it went wrong
You married your work and forgot about me
But somewhere we both went off track
And with what I’ve done, there’s no looking back
How do I look you in the face after another man’s embrace
I can’t believe I’ve fucked it up like this
He looks into my eyes
And sees more than this empty tomb
He’s found feelings that I thought I’d lost
And turns the embers like you used to
How could I hold your hand with honesty after another man
I still can’t believe Im really doing this
But that man
He smiles too much, he makes me laugh, he talks too much
He shows me things I long forgot
The dreams I had, and what Im not
That man, he just keeps coming around
To fill the needs that you put down
And now I don’t know what to do about it
How can I lay in your arms after giving in to another man’s charms
I just can’t believe I’ve fucked it up like this
But that man
He smiles too much, he makes me laugh, he talks too much
He shows me things I long forgot
The dreams I had, and what Im not
That man, he just keeps coming around
To fill the needs that you put down
And now I don’t know what to do about it
To put it simple, I was in a relationship with a man who treated me like an old used rug and met someone who was very sweet and treated me with respect. Not one of my proudest encounters in life. Cheating is wrong, but I am human, and I did it. The guilt of cheating, the pressure of being asked to leave the one man by the other ... I ended up leaving them both. Best decision I could have made. This experience taught me a lot about myself. (For the record, I was not married.)
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