Second love
Every time I walk with you
Why is this feeling of doubt arising
Somehow this taste always haunts me
Is this a sign that our love will pass
I know the door with him
But why do you always convince me with everything
You lie halfheartedly to receive it
And you forbid me to keep following him
Is this the second love
Only accept disappointment and receive injuries
Only the sensation of bitterness and pain
And just remain patient so sick.
