You think that I don’t notice. You think that I don’t see. But there is nothing that I miss, of this disgusting mockery.
I see the way they leave your chambers, all disheveled and undone. I notice the time they spend there, and I wish I was the one.
You parade them all in front of me, and smirk and glance my way. I know it’s me your after, but I’ll never get my way.
The bruises that perverse their flesh, they’re mine by right I’m sure. For you are my own brother; my love, my twin, my mirror.
I’m sure you feel it too, this tainted purity. How could anyone understand? You are the only one for me.
I’m watching you right now, flirting with some girl. It should be me whose hair you finger, my ringlets that you twirl.
I’ll get your attention some day, and then you’ll feel my grief.
Another evening ball, my chance to cause you pain.
Hopefully this will help you.
God you’ve grown so vain.
The man walks up to me, and I see your ire rise.
This reflection is for you alone, so who is this foolish clown.
It is my turn to glance and smirk. This is no longer a game.
I need your touch to fill me, but till then he shall do.
We dance a song or two. He’s sweet, and charming too.
Unfortunately he’s not you, and only you will do.
You leave that girl without a word, fire in your eyes.
Another man has touched me, and that simply will not do.
The music begins to play, and you crush me with your hands.
This is our only chance, to play out our romance.
You growl and hiss and snap, the rage consuming you.
You are my twin, my heart, you whisper. How dare you give him you.
Your fingers blaze a trail, my core flaming true.
I am your twin, your heart, I moan. So please, please take me soon.
The crowd has disappeared, and with them the world has too.
It’s only when we waltz, that this passion can ring true.
It’s only when we waltz, that I can finally have you.