Expensive cars, beautiful clothes, high-class restaurants, they all suit you well. But that XX beside you, he doesn’t suit you, he really doesn’t. He smiles like a hypocrite with you, brushing your face and hair. But he’s thinking of another woman for sure, how dare he. The amount of tears you’ve cried, I want to make you happy by the same amount, baby. Rather than going through the pain alone, share some with me, baby. Please look at me, why can’t you realise that I am your love. Why are you the only one who doesn’t know?
-THAT XX-