Everlasting envy

Broken hearts, they mend
wounded limbs, they heal
the thought of you with someone else
will hurt forever more.

Her lips on yours, they touch
her hands clasped in your own
hands on her hips, as she moves
watching as you please her.

Her head on your shoulder as she cries
your kiss on her head when she hurts
her arms around your neck as she grips tight
a hug that once was mine.

Does she know the real you?
does she know when you're bored you'll leave
tell her you love her to get her into bed
and then ask her when she's going.

Im over you know i tell myself
and i think of you alot less
but knowing you're with someone else
makes me feel sick inside.

I know you better than she does
i loved you more than anyone else will
because i accepted things about you
that most people couldn't, and wont.