It won’t be long, before they find out.
Why I sit in my room, and cry and pout.
A week from today I’ll have moved away,
I want to stay and be with you; I pray.
My passion and love lie with you.
How could you fall for someone else?
Was your love untrue?
How I wish you knew, how my heart melts
Tomorrow I wed, and it’s not with you.
I’m torn, conflicted, hopeless.
You never loved me.
And I don’t love him.
I give up.
— Zaid Ali