I will never be that cigarctte that you burn out
But somehow I have this burning envy for it
Somehow this jealousy is here without a doubt
In which I wish I am that cigarette
Not because they touches your lips
Or because you breathe on it
Just like the way I wanted you to inhale my scent
The way I wanted your kisses
The thing you only misses
To the point
That you will get addicted
To the point that I could be the one
Entering your senses
Exploring you
The way I wanted to
But I can't
Never....
I am jealous
Because that is what you look for
And you claim the need of it
That strong desire...