Would it be selfish of me,
To pray that you don’t marry her?
Would it be wrong if I still miss the idea of you?
Would it be terrible of me to wish you never met her?
To erase your happiness,
Even if I never could make you happy?
The deeper I look,
The more selfish I seem
And it doesn’t matter how much I love you
Or how good my intentions
It’s all still selfish
And that reflects poorly on me.