The Trio

Just because he's yours doesn't mean I want him.

Coveting the insecure is not in my repertoire.

Paranoia has planted its roots so deep within you making you harsh and distant. 

Fear has washed your eyes over, perverting the reality staring you in the face. Keep pushing, and prodding and before you know it, we'll both be gone.

How terrible it will feel to be so right, and so very wrong.