There was a woman at the door
And she wouldn’t let me through
So I pushed at the gate
That led me to you 
And it was a sorry sight
When she named my plight
As some kind of torture
I said I’ll sort ya
Out 
But her doubt
Has me sending daggers in my eyes
Across the room and my disguise
Wilts under the weight
And the hate
Builds a bridge 
Between what was mine and what is always his 
And she shone a star 
As I drove my car 
Down the strip 
I take another hit
For the sake of the team 
But the dream 
Can never have me now
It’s something I will not allow
Though I sit in their spaces
They throw shapes and I make faces
To show my displeasure
But really I treasure
All that I’ve come to be
It’s just a pity she does not see