Why, Envy…
You leave me on the floor,
And walk away, shutting the door,
Laugh as I beg you for more,
Leave my body and feelings sore.
Your evil grin and hate,
Its more than I could rate,
But why am I always betrayed by you,
You bastard, I hate you too.
If I had come to you first,
Instead of her, and quenched your thirst,
Would it be me beneath you at night,
And not laying just to the right?
Do you lie when you say you love me?
Because I die when you say you hate me.
And then I cry when you say you love me.
Because I don't know how you feel.
Can I take you in my arms and hold you?
Can I smack you in the face and hate you?
Can I lean on you and kiss you?
Will you push me away again?
Why, Envy…