I see her,
Sitting there with him
Sitting there with anyone
And I see
That she gets to be
Happy and loved
And she gets to have
Someone who's there
Someone to kiss
Someone to call
Someone to hold
She gets to love
Someone who speaks
And drives
And laughs
And cries
And someone who's always around
Never in jail
Never on drugs
Never suicidal
I get so jealous that she has love
That burns fiercely.
And although it doesn't last long,
I can only dream of experiencing that passion.