The perfume of another girl lingers on your cheek,
smells good, a betrayal of progress, I think you love it.
No, I will not ask why I only want you, that's all I need,
the other woman of your life is just a facade that
you probably want to brag about, somehow you are
still lonely, though I still love you, your infidelity sucks,
what you want is nothing more than physical, corroded
in time of temporary escaping from the truth, we are
going to get old and our love still remains and yours is as
feeble-minded, easily persuaded with carnal persuasion!
We are bonded for whatever it is called by many, my
love still remains, my vein is filled with affection no
matter how hurt I am, it's your sinning that makes you
the worst person, breaking apart our love isn't doing
anything good in the process, it will all be the same as
before when things fall out of hand, there will be a
monotonous repetition of what was from the beginning
when we are so much in love. Not that I'm saving our
love, but I'm letting it flow like the angry sea in the
Pacific, no matter how hard it blew me I'm still here
intact and in a good foundation I have acquired from
the love I have gained since I was a child.
Your elicit romance with other women is not my concern,
it's not my loss, I don't know with you, what's the
point of having too much romance when you are only
loving one person once in your lifetime. Someday,
I may not be there for you when you loss them because
they are not longing for you, only your temporal vow
will make you suffer and you will end up with me,
maybe cry wolf or pretending to be crying,
forgiveness is just a word for you, none effect,
even in my deepest sorrow I will still love you.