Third
I am a mistress, they said I am heartless;
I wear things they said a whore dress;
They are judging me like I’m the worst sinner;
Maybe it’s true because I’m a home wrecker;
We share love and lustful nights;
We barely even make a fight;
He’s with me from light ‘till dark;
Breaking up with him would break my heart.
He and his wife, I am the third;
I am what they call a flirt;
Even, his own son calls me a dirt;
Some swearing words and I know he’s hurt;
I wanted to stop, but I love his father;
We made plans to smile and grow together;
But I guess happiness that started from mistakes;
Couldn’t be real no matter what it takes.