Five Minutes

Im tired of being your mistress

tired of anticipating the next five minutes of happiness

being the other woman u always call up

the one who returns to a place dark and silent when the time is up

Holding on to the moment,scent of your cologne

cos i know in five minutes you'll be headed home

and I'll be all alone

Tired of being turned on like an electric lite and then being extinguished like a candle-flame when you go back to your wife

i'm tired of having misconceptions and failed fantasies about being the 1st lady in your life

and even that as an illusion is beginning to fade

for five minutes,how does it feel lying in a bed your wife never made

flight of this five minute fantasy that i give to you on a silver platter

in a hope that you'll realise im good enough to be your soulmate...but do i even matter?

the colt truth keeps me company after you have left

why is it that all my barricades of reality under your caress they melt

five minutes,short-lived visions of the sweetest taboo i have ever felt

i wake up within cold sheets

take a walk to see many other mes on the streets

Im tired of being your side-dish,the other woman

tired of living in her shadow...constantly mistooken

I'm tired of being your mistress

 and if thats the only place I'll ever take,let me rather die in my loneliness