“ Pretty boy,
I wish you were mine. But I saw you today with that sucker, in the bar. His hands were all over your pretty snowy skin. Your face started to be a little rosier and for a split second I wanted to be the one with the hands on you, yet I know better. I want to be your last love, but that doesn't make me stop feeling jealous so why don't you look at me with that lustful eyes? I desire you, however, you look the other way. I need your cold body pressed against mine. So why don't you come to me instead?”