Envy

We were so young
i like it when she sung
i like her companionship
she tell her secrets and my mouth zip


I like it when im with her
i told to her i want to be call by " sir "
she adore by many
thats the reason to be envy


People gave her much praises
and then she replied by blowing kisses
i just stared to her
why i cant be like her


I beg to get that
but im tired and then sat
im trying to be
why they cant see ?


Wishing to get what she got
and put it in a big pot
they ignore what i feel
and i want myself to be kill


Im writing this
i hope you read this, please
you dont know every night
i cry and keep tight


They always give you
anything you wish
me, nothing, nothing but nothing
to forget this i just sing


I know i cannot be you alter ego
and i know they cannot realize
the things i do
because they always looking at you :)