You don’t know what I’m thinking
When you stand next to me
You don’t understand the feeling
Of longing for something that was never meant to be
I feel you brush against my shoulder
and I forget what I was doing
People think I’m mad when I smolder
‘Cause you’ve set me back to my original setting
I wish you were mine, lying in my fur
As much as I know you can’t
You’re in love with her
“When is it my turn?”
We both think
With my eyes fixed on yours
But you are fixed to her