Everytime I tell you how I feel
You always reply in this way
"we will see, we will see"
If maybe tomorrow can be what you want
But like this weeks pass by
Passing without getting what I want
If your God is my God,
then why these treacherous times
They are treacherous because why are they condemning me
And today they fill me with despair.
I don't know if you say "tomorrow" today
if it's because another guy stole your heart.
And every time I tell you how I feel
You don't know how much I despair
If your God is my God
then why there are these treacherous times.
Betrayer...