Wrong

I’m in love with a heart that’s cheap

Its love is free to use

And I must be realistic

I’ll never be his muse

I’m in love with hands that roam

They touch skin that’s not mine

And I must be realistic

I’m not his Valentine

I’m in love with eyes that drift

To any pretty face

And I must be realistic

I’m easy to replace

I’m in love and I am trapped

I need to break away

And I must be realistic

I can’t take another day

Of suffering

Of my crushing heart

Of jealousy and strife

I will go 

Away from here 

And make another life