This secret life leads me astray,
I don’t need pity nor forgiveness,
For I cannot stop what I love to do,
The one I belong to on paper,
He cannot see my lies or tears,
Though every time he touches me,
I whisper your name.

In my dreams I belong to you,
Though I know what I do just isn’t right,
I’ve gotten good at pretending,
The virtues wife,
No one would suspect otherwise.

Self-loathing has become a close companion,
It is surprising what people are willing to endure,
Just to feel alive, even for a moment,
How much they would risk.

You’re my ***** secret,
But I love you so dearly,
In another life,
Maybe we can shine in the sun together.