Mar 2015
When I think of you two,
There's always a lump in my throat,
It's my heart.
There's a fire in my chest,
It's an old friend called jealously.
There's a pounding in my head,
Let's call it envy.
There's always a lump in my throat,
It's my heart.
There's a fire in my chest,
It's an old friend called jealously.
There's a pounding in my head,
Let's call it envy.
(Thomaston, Georgia.)
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