Pain of envy is hurtful, in many ways
Jealousy, of the worst kind
But sometimes it's hard to be grateful
I need caressing too!

Show me you care
or I'll wither to dust inside
I'll get dry and numb
and my emotions will disappear

Soon it'll be too late, to wake me up
and make me flourish
Maybe someone else will make it happen
Have you ever thought of that?