As I lie in bed, I look at the man beside me
And he doesn’t even have one tenth of my lover’s
greatness
That lover who was snatched from me
I would happily have been his mistress
What life is there in life without him?
The man who loved me, true to the core,
Without him my vigor is running thin
Without him I don’t want to live anymore
My mother is the one who led me to this
consequence.
Her prestige to her meant more than my happiness
She wanted me to live within the white picket fence
With a man who just wants me to wear a smile
and a dress
Every day I spend in his memories to see
That lover with whom I found happiness
As I lie in bed, I look at the man beside me
And he doesn’t even have one tenth of my lover’s
greatness
