You show me desire.
You show me passion.
You give me the burning urge
For curiosity, discovery and exploration.
Then you leave me,
Wondering where you’ve gone.
Now you’re back, calling my phone,
And I keep thinking to myself that
I’m now stronger than before,
I’m over you.
I repeat to myself all the more:
Why do you stop and stare?
Why do you wonder how I’m not there?
Can’t you see that I don’t care?
Why can’t you just let me be?
Can’t you give back my heart’s key?
I hope you have a nice life without me.
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