I basket-ed my wounds With the sole purpose of still being your friend But all it did was made me feel swooned Only hoping that this torture would end As every second passes by; seeing you with her My heart aches with profound jealousy Why can't I stop loving further? For this pain takes me day by day breathlessly... Every image of you etches in my mind; sealed I imagine your words to her being sweeter than wine... I just wish that the devil was real So i could purchase your love with mine