O love, what a mistress you are
making the right wrong and the wrong right
It's so hard to hear "I don't love you"
But it's harder to say those words and be one with the truth
I want to treat her the way she deserves
But how can I do that when I have never felt the same?
I can't be with the one I love
and I don't want to hurt the one I don't
I'm wishing to see that glorius day
when she could be on my arms again
but as long as that stranger has an eye on me
I will never be able to love and be free
I can't stand feeling this hurt
and there I go doing the same thing to an innocent soul
The tender words I want to listen from my sweet star
are the same words she wants to hear from my mouth
For all the things I can't change
for her life, for her heart, that's why I pray
I can't say what I don't really feel
But what I do is the reason of her tears
Because there's no greater tragedy in the affairs of the heart
than to love and not being loved in return
I wishing I could change how this story will end
But how can I ask for something if I can't do the same?