Jealousy's a killer but you supplied the ammo.

It's like staring at the cyanide to swallow.
The loss of breath, anticipation.
Emotion to make you hollow.
It's the quick release of today and tomorrow.
And the hell to create the sorrow.
Jealousy's a killer, but you supplied the ammo.
It's the bye to the hello.
The length to the how slow.
A gimmick to make the hero.
It's faking it for just one more show.
A promise to the bravo.
A sorry as the inflow.
A lie meaning to be true
It's the me to the you