Invidia

Sometimes I think I'll go crazy. At times, my world feels kinda hazy. But it's fine, I'm ok. So long as I don't look at this cruel display.

What's wrong with me? Am I not the way you'd thought I'd be? Am I doing something wrong? Was I not smart enough? Not strong?

I really try to be nice, Yet sometimes you're cold as ice. You're sending me mixed intelligence, And it seems to me we've got no resonance.

What to do? What to say? Do I leave? Should I stay? Leave you be, or stick around? Turn tail and flee, or stand my ground?

Yet, I think perhaps I'll remain. I don't mind wearing this chain. I can wait, forever maybe. I'll stay by your side for as long as it takes, my lady.