The itch is driving in too deep. br Where tranquility refuses to keep. br I`m screaming, I`m burning, br And on the inside, I`m churning. br Taken down in this firestorm br A pent up fury, desire-born. br His breath, so sweet, fills her air. br Runs his fingers through her hair. br It`s not my skin receiving his touch, br Even though it craves him way too much. br Envy has burrowed a home in my head. br Famished, it waits to be memory-fed. br Virtue and patience have dropped to the floor br Now the yearning`s igniting me to the core. br I don`t think I can take another night br Of pretending it’s me he`s embracing so tight. br But she can`t love him as true as I can. br I hate this wanting what I can`t have.