In the beginning, I guess I was totally blinded by love.
Even if I rubbed my eyes, you were the only one I could see,
And even the sound of your breathing felt so sweet.
It was as if the whole world was under a pink magic spell,
And like a fool, I only knew you.
Then one day, the magic broke.
Looking at myself in the mirror,
I muttered to myself,"I dug my own grave."
I kick my blankets in frustration,
And complain to my poor, innocent pillow.
Just a turn of my head, and there are
Handsome men, rich men, cool men,
And men who would treat me like a princess
There are so many of them out there.
So why on earth was it you?
But still, you’re the one I chose.
Even when I sulk,
How can I help that my heart always heads to you?
Just a turn of my head, and there are
Handsome men, rich men, cool men,
And men who would treat me like a princess
There are so many of them out there.
So why on earth was it you?
My own eyes, blinded by my own hands...
But still, you are my love.
