Lo se

Let’s say it wasn’t you
who broke my heart.
Sorry for the revenge,
if she was like your sister.
Forgive me for waking up naked in your bed, doing it, feeling it, enjoying it.
And if it hurt you so much, it was because you didn’t join in.

I know, I know, I know.
I always knew.

Let’s say it was me who walked in
and found a postcard of two juicy
nymphs oozing passion,
and seeing their bodies together,
dreaming of being invisible,
doing it, feeling it, enjoying it.
And if it hurt you so much, it was because you didn’t join in.