This jealousy that's inside my heart,
it hurts to harbor.
When I see her look at you it starts.
My blood begins to boil,
I feel my stomach churn.
Oh how I hate this toil,
this uncomfortable burn.
She's supposed to be my friend;
but when she speaks to you,
I ask myself, when will it end?
Her pointless talk and flirtacious eyes,
truly, she ****** me off -
this feeling is so hard to disguise.
Can I keep this up much longer?
Does anyone else see my demise?
As my feelings for you grow stronger,
this jealousy continues to burn my insides.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
This jealousy that's inside my heart,
it hurts to harbor.
When I see her look at you it starts.
My blood begins to boil,
I feel my stomach churn.
Oh how I hate this toil,
this uncomfortable burn.
She's supposed to be my friend;
but when she speaks to you,
I ask myself, when will it end?
Her pointless talk and flirtacious eyes,
truly, she ****** me off -
this feeling is so hard to disguise.
Can I keep this up much longer?
Does anyone else see my demise?
As my feelings for you grow stronger,
this jealousy continues to burn my insides.
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