Counterfeit

You turned your back and the tatoo rang true.
I finally got to see the counterfeit in you.

Never before have I wanted an excuse so badly.
In a few split seconds, I searched your eyes, sadly
for the reason I was dying;
you just stood there crying.

You broke your vows just weeks after you sealed them around my finger.
And it took me just seconds to decide to no longer let you linger
in the comfort of a wife's arms,
in my protection from worldy harm.

You'll probably turn around and hide that tatoo once again...
You'll profess a new leaf, and new love, and a new life.
And I'll be there beside you hiding my pain.
"Till death do us part" is my role as your wife.

But that night will ring loud in my ears long from now.
How can I love a man I can't trust?
My guilt for letting you cheat me somehow,
battles my desire to show you what's just.

I won't touch that back that turned as on cue,
I finally got to see the counterfeit in you.