• Envy is my sin,
    feeding under my skin.
    I see you look at him,
    a glass filled to the brim.

    I bite my lips,
    they start to bleed.
    This bloody kiss,
    your endless need.

    What could this be,
    these things that I see?
    Stopping, staring,
    and draining my being.

    Again you start playing,
    but now it has no meaning.
    I think you know it's true,
    the one I want, is you.