i don't want to feel anything other than lust.
it's not time for you to know how i really am yet but when i know you're out with someone else, i can't help but feel jealous, i'm jealous.
whatever i can give will never be enough.
it's not time for you to know there are better men out there.
it's not my right to say, you're not my property.
still, i can't help but feel jealous, i'm jealous.
i hate that i am this way.
maybe i'll get better some day.
this sickness slowly consumes me with bad thoughts inside my head.
still, you're not my property.

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