I don't want to feel anything other than lust. It's not time for you to know how i really am yet but when i know you're out with someone else, i can't help but feel jealous, i'm jealous. Whatever i can give will never be enough. It's not time for you to know there are better men out there. It's not my right to say, you're not my property. Still, i can't help but feel jealous, i'm jealous. I hate that i am this way. Maybe i'll get better some day. This sickness slowly consumes me with bad thoughts inside my head. Still, you're not my property.