The Accomplice.

I cried last night, felt heartless and cold. I took part in a sin, in a story never told. Adultery is not mine, but it is for she. I was the sideline lover, the husband not-to-be. It's easy to put it in, but so hard to pull out: you know you've crossed the line, once you hear her shout.

Guess I'm no better than the shameful boyfriend...guess I'm no more than the next sin.