What was the difference between you and me?
I keep asking this question, I seem to get no answers.
You aren’t doing anything but you keep reaped. Whereas I kept my illicit heart in check, and yet even now when it is for everyone to see, I still remember.
What exactly was the difference between you and me?
For sure, I’d love to be able to have some of that which you have.
It may be something I just might never have, even though to everyone, and maybe even to you, I already have everything.
I envied you.
I still do.