They are rolling down my eyes,
Can you see them? Can't you see them?
And I am truly very hurt,
Do you know that? Don’t you know that?
There’s been no love for hours now,
From your side… it’s killing, really.
You exactly did what you said and wrote,
No contact so far… it’s killing, really.
I had always expected that you’d do 'that',
Just once, may be.
But today, right now, I clearly know,
That it’ll never happen.
Half of the day and all of my hopes are gone,
I don’t regret the day, I don’t regret the hopes.
I may be lying here – to myself, to you,
But that’s no more important – to you, to me.
Just once, if you had made the first move,
I would have overlooked the past, buried in my nearest closet.
Just once, if you had thought I needed you, in this situation,
I would have loved that thought for the rest of my life.
But you went the same old, hurtful way, even now,
You repeated the same old process, the same old insensitiveness.
But this time, unlike always, I am not going to repeat my do,
Nor will I hang around for your action, any more.
I have had enough of it, of you, perhaps,
The only thing I’ll now do is to test myself, my willpower.
No, I’m not going your way, for sure,
Just making way for your way, that’s it.
