As I Lie in Bed

As I lie in bed, I look at the man beside me

And he doesn’t even have one tenth of my lover’s

greatness

That lover who was snatched from me

I would happily have been his mistress

What life is there in life without him?

The man who loved me, true to the core,

Without him my vigor is running thin

Without him I don’t want to live anymore

My mother is the one who led me to this

consequence.

Her prestige to her meant more than my happiness

She wanted me to live within the white picket fence

With a man who just wants me to wear a smile

and a dress

Every day I spend in his memories to see

That lover with whom I found happiness

As I lie in bed, I look at the man beside me

And he doesn’t even have one tenth of my lover’s

greatness