Was it love?
When I first knew that he was married,
my world crashed.
Or at least, it seemed to crash.

When I first knew,
that somebody else's eyes
every day would see him run his fingers through his hair
that somebody else's arms
every evening would hold him while watching TV
that somebody else's lips
every day would kiss him after job
that somebody else's body
would once in a while feel him making love to her...
my world crashed.
Or at least, it seemed to crash.

I never thought she deserved him.
I still don't.
Why should she have the honour to have him,
when I deserve him so much more?
Because...
she is the beloved.
She doesn't know how lucky she is.
She doesn't appreciate it, I think...
...not as much as I would...

To watch them together
hurts in my heart.
Or maybe it's just a comedy
played by a stupid girl?
Maybe my heart plays comedy
maybe the hurt is just a role...

But it is still
like watching a dream on TV
like being a third person
who has always wanted to be a part of the dream
but was never allowed to enter...