My man is someone I miss when I turn away
My man is someone who sometimes silently pretends to be mad

My man is a sunflower that only looks at me
My man is the one person, who makes my heart overflow
By just staying by my side

* That man, that man is now her one person
That playful face, those warm words-
They were all once mine
To him, to him, I’m like a dusty perfume bottle
Like a picture that is more and more forgotten
A person who he won’t think of anymore

My heart, my heart wants to say bad things
But because my tears might hurt you,
I put all my strength to hold it in

* repeat

My man, my man is someone who is not mine
The man who used to warmly comfort my whining
Now it’s not, now it’s not
With my tears that I held in with all my strength
I need to smile and lightly let that man go