My husband doesn’t love me,
I know he does not, he wishes for a new woman now.
Still today’s women’s day, he would pretend a bit more
Faking some love and making me moan
But is it for me, or it is to satisfy his own.
Things have been this way
Soured through all the bitterness of staying together.
Broken mirrors of trust and a huge ego
Was enough to kill us in one go.
It was never about me but the status that mattered more
A woman to keep you company
Others to keep you involved,
Why couldn’t you make me yours?
You’ll come again and pretend,
Again you’ll ask me for it,
Break my heart tonight.