Who are you, when you’re with her?
I wonder if you would act differently.
Is every touch, every look, every laugh,
The same, as when you’re with me?
I have no right, to want you as my own,
You have no right, to have me as your own.
Not when you have her, and as long as you do,
You should go and leave me be alone.
But instead of me being smart and saying no,
And telling you straight where you can go,
I keep pulling you right back to me,
And wanting you so very desperately,
My Enemy.