And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful, and it kills him inside to know that I am happy with some other guy. I can see him dying, I don't wanna do this anymore, I don't wanna be the reason why everytime I walk out the door, I see him die a little more inside. I don't wanna hurt him anymore, I don't wanna take away his life, I don't wanna be... A murderer. I feel it in the air, as I'm doing my hair preparing for another date, a kiss upon my cheek, as he reluctantly asks if I'm gonna be out late, I say I won't be long, just hanging with the girls, a lie I didn't have to tell because we both know where I'm about to go and we know it very well.