This love, this passion, this endless kiss,
This socalled perfect love shouldn't be like this.
He was supposed to be the best, supposed to be great,
How could he do this? Was this my fate?
On this trip to Hawaii, this warm summer day,
When she walked in the room, she had no words to say.
She ran, and the ran, but he didn't come far,
She felt like he opened her every scar.
This was supposed to be amazing, perfect,
Now he's lying there with another, has he no respect?
Without her luggage, she went back,
Without him she left, and her world went black.
Now she is happy, she can barely remember his face,
Yet deep down inside, there are memories of disgrace.
