The usual and only question, why?
Was I not enough or is it about you?
I see you find her more seductive
But can't you see her killing you?
Her slenders fingers wrap around,
Curling wistfully and fading :
A hope to become real.
I see this in front of me.
My heart breaks, I reject all,
For I can't bear this sight of you and her!
How can I? She is like your mistress,
A quick fix, a small light in the dark.
A bittersweet alliance I wish you'd leave
Because I am starting to wonder
If it's I who is the mistress or she,
Since you met her long before me.
