It keeps rising,
This power,
So enticing.
My mind is blurry,
My vision,
cloudy.
What will I do?
My judgment rowdy.
Yes he is my friend,
A brother maybe,
I hate his guts,
His looks I envy.
I trust my girl,
I know she loves me,
But I crave his looks,
And I start to doubt me.
And it keeps rising,
My anger,
Just starts slicing.
From within,
To without,
I'm possessed,
There is no doubt.
She doesn't get it,
I'm just insecure,
I don't like my body,
And his looks look like a cure.