Dexsta Ray


Envy


There's a green eyed monster on your back
Smile at my face
But I know where you're really at
Subtle remarks
I'm in a room full of sharks
They smelled blood
And tried to pull me apart
I can see you tried to find a problem
Even when I did good
I've noticed it just led to drama
And I thought it was me
No matter what I do you'd never agree
I see the envy as the root of the critique
But you come a dime a dozen
I'm successful and you're mad cause' you wasn't
I work hard and this other person doesn't
And really I love it
You attempt to pull me down
But I'll still wear the crown
While you be labeled as a clown
Now I've found that you're around everytime I fall short
Feign understanding
I see you relish my remorse
Now I see the truth
You choose to stay in touch
But aye what's the use?
I'd rather cut you loose
Chucking up the duece

Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 08, 2014

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