When I see you
hold her hand
When I see you
carry a bouquet of flowers
When I hear you
talk about her
When I see you
smile because of her
I always ask myself
Why am I not the one?
My sacred words are my hidden thoughts.
When I see you
hold her hand
When I see you
carry a bouquet of flowers
When I hear you
talk about her
When I see you
smile because of her
I always ask myself
Why am I not the one?