There's always something missing.
Once I thought it was you.
Now I know you were just a milestone,
Call it a break through.
But it's just the human condition,
To never feel satisfaction.
Now I know that I needed you
Like I need an allergic reaction.
But then there was such pain
And I'll admit it, I'm ashamed;
I cried at even the mention of your name.
Now I've got a degree and a dream
And its at my fingertips.
You've still got that dead end job, 
Still living in a comic strip.
If I was still with you, where would I be?
In your mother's basement, watching TV? 

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