All the time I spend with him,
is time that my mind spends with you.
Always when I kiss his lips,
my mind I almost lose.

The beauty in your lonesome words
Brings rhythm to my soul,
and all the while I'm speaking with him,
the warmth of your smile grows cold.

If I had the choice to choose,
it's you I'd want with me;
but still I'm here, wishing you were near
to softly whisper to me.

So wait I will until the day
I leave him to be with you,
and hope that you can forgive my past
because I'm not in love with him, but you.