To Feel The Same

You stand there
Head held high
Shoulders straight
Perfect smile
Her wrapped around around your arm
Neither even glance my way

Weeks go by
Your palace crumbles
Your stride stumbles
You fall
Head hanging
Shoulders slumping
You call

Terminal temptation
Deathly attraction
To give in would be bliss
To resist would be death
Just to have you say my name
Say it's me instead of her

To fix it all would be simple
A flick of the wrist
It's over
Floating in a crimson pool
I can find my own bliss
I can use my own tools