Why, oh why do you taunt me so
Go away; you are my friend no more
As you sit in my head and guide me to hell
I die a death kind of painful and slow
When my man utters the word she
It's red and nothing more I see
But when he talks about the goodness of her
I ask myself why it can't be about me
You sit in my head and make your plans
A clinging crying female you make me like my clan
My man detests it if I can't trust him
I try to be brave but it's all a sham
Envy, please let go of me now
You've made my life a misery and how
You have no place in my life ever again
It's high time; I just shook you off somehow
~Shama~