You just don't get it do you.
My fear.
I'm afraid of sharing you. Yet you have no fear of that with me.
I don't want to be second fiddle.

As it is I don't feel as if I have your attention.
That I'm not worthy of it.

Once there is that pure innocent bundle is out.
What chance do I have.

And I wished I could enjoy these last few months or years of bliss with just you.
Before we move on to that stage.

But time and again I'm reminded it is only me that cherishes that.
Cos I'm not enough for you.
I'm reminded time and again.

Good luck to me once there is the single thing that makes you happy and fulfilled that you have waited an eternity for that I am just an evil man keeping you from.

I'm sorry I have failed you.

But I'm hurt I'm not enough for the one person I wished I was.