Story of my life, searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul, 'cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company
She leans toward the mirror, pursing her perfect, heart-shaped lips. She brushes her hair behind her ear, checks it, and nods, satisfied with her image. Now for her outfit…
He's more than a man and this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
But clouds are rolling in, because I'm gone again
And to him I just can't be true
The girl selects a navy blue halter dress and holds it up to her figure; it looks… ah-mazing. It seems strange to use it for this occasion. "I suppose we all do things we don't mean… no, we all do things we don't want to."
And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying
She strides to the front door, looking at the picture frame containing the beautiful picture of her boyfriend. A tear slips from her eyes and she brushes the tear away impatiently, not wanting it to mess up her makeup.
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be… a murderer
"Hey! Where are you going, babe?" he calls out to her.
The girl looks back and bites her lip. "Um… I need to go to the bathroom." She hurries back inside the house and locks the bathroom, re-touching her makeup.
"Okay. You're a goddess, and you don't cry," she tries to convince herself. But it doesn't work.
I feel it in the air, as I'm doing my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss up on my cheek, he's here reluctantly
As if I'm gonna be out late
She walks out of the bathroom, holding her head up high, and picks up her silver clutch purse.
"So, where are you going?" She looks back to see her boyfriend standing up, frowning.
"I'm just hanging with the girls. It's fine," she tries to explain.
"Fine." He turns away, his body language clearly showing he's angry.
I say I won't be long, just hanging with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know where I'm about to go
And we know it very well
The door slams shut as she gets in her car and drives away to his house. "Baby!" She jumps out after she reaches her destination. And walk-runs toward the man she's happy with.
'Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful and it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying
"C'mon, I wanna ask you something." He leads her into the house and makes her sit down on a couch. "Are you happy with me?"
She's startled by the question, and doesn't answer for some moments.
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
"I think," she replies, unsure. She focuses on his chocolate brown eyes.
"You think?" He is suddenly hostile, aggressive. She's scared of him now. This is a side she never knew.
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be… a murderer
"Yes, I do."
"Then break up with him."
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"I…"
"Listen, you're leading him along. Just end it now before he finds out! It's better this way!"
He is a lunatic now, a raving lunatic who's screaming at her. "End it, end it with him!" He's throwing pillows. She shields her head, tears streaming down her face.
Our love, his trust
I might as well take a gun
And put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore, anymore
"Okay! I'll think about it!" She chokes back a sob and runs out the door. He grabs her rail-thin wrist.
"You will, right?"
"Maybe."
He isn't satisfied, but he lets go.
And I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
"Wait! Come back!" He stands outside the door, motionless, his hand held out.
"What?" She looks up at him, her eyes emotionless.
"I love you girl, you know that, right?"
And I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be… a murderer
A murderer…
"I know."
"And do you love me?"
"Yes."
Can you guess who the three people are? HINT: It's when they're like, 20 years old, but the couples are like the ones in Bratfest at Tiffany's. R&R!
DISCLAIMER: Song is Unfaithful by Rihanna. Don't own the Clique.
-The Underwater Seahorse
