First

You tell me you love me and lavish me with gifts
I love you and I love this, but there is still one thing that I wish

I wish that you would love me like I love you
For once I want too come first, i want you to tell others adieu

I'm sick of being treated like a possession
Of being left behind this is my confession

This is how you are and to yourself you stay true
Will you ever change? Do I want you to?
I guess it doesn't matter I could never leave you.