There's this thing. It's one of my best friends. But it makes me do things I never intend. And this friend will stick by my side until the end. Overflowing with confusion, my mind begins to bend. As well as my heart, which i really need to mend. I have another friend that helps me repair. But not without riding it's roller coaster of despair. These two friends can't exist without the other one there. I run my fingers through the second friend’s hair as the first friend digs into my chest and begins to tear. The second friend's lips on mine is divine. But as that happens, the first friend crawls down my spine. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I should leave both these friends behind. Because I've discovered you cant give vision to something that is blind. Trust me, I’ve tried. One day the second friend is in my favor. Next day the first friend is my chauffeur. They're both my next door neighbors. Not literally. Why don't you see. The second friend's name is Love. The first one’s is Jealousy.