I was wearing a silky red nightdress.
With lipstick red as blood
Almost wet by the perfume
My wet hair got dry waiting for the man I love.
My eyes got teary waiting to see his silhouette on a slightly open door.
The man of my life came
We shared happiness
Enjoyed each other's company; warm hearts
But when I was woken up by the cold midnight air
He's gone, I was alone, and it's empty.
It's lonely, and it's so cold.
So cold, I felt my heart freeze.
Asking myself, is he a fantasy?
My fantasy?
Because I'm afraid of being alone?
Because I'm afraid of being lonely?
But right now I'm lonely...
No! This is not a fantasy.
This is the reality.
The reality is that even though I love him so much, I still can't have him.
He can't be with me all the time.
Because he's not just mine.
Because he's not really mine.
Because I chose to be his midnight girl.
Whatever I do to climb the wall, I still can't.
If only I were his first
If only I could be his only one.
Because to me, he's the only one!