My first love was a fleeting one,I just wanted to belong. The first thing he taught me was the loved ones they are strong. The second lover was a precious one, yet filled with regret.
As I look at her engagement ring I remember the things I never said.
The third lover was a tragic one, the most tragic of my past. Because even if I still loved her it was never meant to last. Died by jealousy with no one at her side, she was the first girl I concidered being my bride. Secrets unfold as I fell apart,yet another came to break my heart. Getting closer the four years ago when my life turned to an episode of a tv show where I had no energy left for me to follow.
Another girl, a new type to follow the row of lovers with all the same mistake, why do they sleep with another when there is no more heart left to break.
A fake lover, one forced and another one with lovers to spare. I guess I now believe the line: love just isn't fair.
And now 4 years later, I am in love with someone new. Can you feel the irony when she said: "I fell in love with someone, but sorry it isn't you."
