I know I should not lust after you, but I do!
I know I should not host these lewd thoughts of you, but I do!
I know you say you feel the same way about me too! But, is it true?
This part-time love thang is giving me the blues...
Perhaps, I'm being used.
Or maybe I simply misconstrued your intentions
Subdued our initial conversation when you clearly stated "strictly
platonic"
Now, isn't it ironic how you can find time to visit my bed.
I become anxious of your visits, Yet, it's something you've come to dread
I wish you could be honest with me, I wish you could be the man you
promised me you'll be
Maybe this is all you are willing to offer,
Maybe your mission here is to have me suffer
Perhaps you are unable to possess contentment, love for another
I want to me happy, but, I know it won't be with you my brother!