It was such cliché, really. When you think a soap opera would be ending now that the hero and the lady finally got together, suddenly another protagonist made its debut. It's solely me, really. Straying. Betraying.

Maybe it was like being drunk. Inebriated by all the undivided attention he showered on me.

You always want what you can't have. You always want more than you need.

'Cause the truth is, wanting is fleeting, needing is forever.

Wanting is anomalous. Needing is norm.

I'm sorry for being the reason for you to doubt me.

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