this girl never thought that I wasn’t her king
expectations in the first place that I wasn’t lying.
believing me all the untruth I was saying
I know she’s hurt, but tough, still smiling

honestly, it’s part of the plan making her cry
but the truth is I don’t know why
maybe she’s just acting, so do I
but what if, this is real and not covered with a lie?

would she accept me as a whole and drunk in love?
begging for happines and kindness above
seeking for kisses in every mourning dove
wondering about the present if this is true love