How many front rows have we passes together
How many times have we walked, all alone
How many women have I watched you take to your bed?
There is no room for the three of us
My ego, my needs and the romantic affections you proclaim for me
I will not let them pursue me
Like some prize, twisted on some peddle stool for your selfish desire
You make me hot yes I must be cold
I dream of being more than your fantasies centerfold
Do you even know my dreams to make me think that you love me
Your seemingly insensate pursuit of me my appear to you as endearing
But I find it threating quite frankly
A man who feeds with his friends is no man to put their faith in
So pardon me if my visions do not climax with me suaved in white
While you reside half baked sweet nothings in front of a pastor while I'm standing to my right
You are no stranger, remember that
Call me poison fruit, call me Eve
Pick me out as the seductress who gave your love back
Back remember that for man like you
There's no happiness
No future
No love with women like me
Your too so cold
Left my heart so cold
I'm all alone
All on my own
Take it all, take it all (Not possible)
Don't take control (Not possible)
Pursuit to my soul
I am on my own
