Sitting alone on a candle lit nite,
Playing with my switch‑knife.
The hours roll by & I think of you ‑
Pretty & neat, & that angry look.
I try to bring happiness,
but a superficial smile only shows.
I don’t know how to get inside,
seems you keep your feelings tucked inside.
I’m only here to help &
make life easier;
but you seem to brush me off ‑
Am I not what you want?
We flirt back & forth,
but I don’t want to share you
with another ‑ for your
last month , I want you to be MINE!
Can’t sleep ‑ thinking of you,
how much fun we can have;
but I feel bad ‑ cause
another man you still have.
I feel like I’m competing
for your affections.
I’d rather let him have you
than start a big fight.
It’s up to you!!
wil becker
1993
