Envy Lyrics - March Of The Saint - Armored Saint

I see you hand in hand 

With my worst enemy 

I can't show the anger 

That I feel or the jealousy 

About all I can do is watch 

And wish that he hadn't caught 

What I had my hands almost on 

But now I'm so far gone 

Envy I feel, envy I feel, envy I feel 

I could end things really quick 

With a bullet right to his head 

But she was the one who left me 

So I should get you both instead 

But would I really be glad 

To know I gave her the sack 

And be in prison for life 

Over foolish spite 

Envy I feel, envy I feel 

Envy I feel, no 

Envy I feel, envy I feel 

Envy I feel 

It's a waste envy I feel 

To live with such haste envy I feel 

For just a pretty face envy I feel 

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