Текст песни Eden - Una Rams feat. Misa Narrates

How many front rows have we passes together
How many times have we walked, all alone
How many women have I watched you take to your bed?
There is no room for the three of us
My ego, my needs and the romantic affections you proclaim for me
I will not let them pursue me
Like some prize, twisted on some peddle stool for your selfish desire