I don´t understand, why do I stress a man, when there's SO many bigger things at hand.

we could never had it all, we had to hit a wall, so this is an inevitable withdrawal.

Even if I stop wanting you, a perspective pushes true, I'll be some next mans other woman soon.

I could't play myself again, I should just be my own best friend,

'Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men'

I wish I could say no regrets, and no emotional debts

cause as we kiss goodbye, the sun sets.

So we are history, your shadow covers me, the sky above a blaze that only lovers see.

My tears dry on their own