I can't stand to see you two together, so closend
But there isn't anything I can do without seeming like a *****
I don't want to control your life
But I let you dictate mine
You never seem to care that I don't like it when she flips her hair and giggles like a school girl at everything you say
You see her 80 percent of your day
You see me maybe 10 percent if I'm lucky
And most of the time those two mix
I'm always waiting to be next

The next time you don't seem to care
I'll say **** it and never mention her again
But if things grow worse beware
I'll grow weary of saying **** it
One day I'll blow up
If you aren't careful, one day, I could say ******* and not **** it