I never saw myself as the other women,
When entrapped in your embrace,
Your warmth enveloping me,
Telling me you're mine.

In my mind your wife was the other women,
The one who would never complete you,
Understand your darkness the way I do,
The one between us..

I watched you silently with her,
She smiled prettily as she held your child,
You almost seemed content in that moment..
I guess I really am the other women.