How should I start this?
What do you want me say?
What do you expect?
you're the expert,
so tell me everything;
I'm eager to learn,
to find out things I never knew;
things that are only known by few.

So I begin,
hear me complain:
you don't trust me,
you're never there when you should be,
it's always the same,
and we're always playing the same game:
we argue, then we make-up
I laugh, I cry'¦ then we break-up,
and this goes on since the day we met.
We were a nice couple, but don't you think:
now we should find our own way back?
Maybe this isn't the best way to let you know
but I want to be on my own, so... go!

I really thought this will be hard
but it's like walking on a boulevard
and you stop in front of a semaphore waiting to turn green
right when you're late,
and in front is still the red screen,
then soon as you take your first step to your destination
you get rid off frustration
and you have a strange sensation.
My light was red for long,
I wanted to be alone, I felt something was wrong.
You might see this as another attempt to separate,
but this time's for good!
If I could cause less pain, I would!
But after all, I learned my lesson well
I have to move on, so this is farewell!

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