More cautious I think I shall now be,
if ever I'm lucky enought to find
true happiness once more,
like you once gave to me,
before you took too much,
and gave way less back.

I can't afford to dwell on the past,
I need to move on,
and not look back,
at what could've been.
So now I shall stop this
and soon the sadness will be reversed.

For I am so sick of asking you,
do you want to do something today,
and you once more answering
no, no, no,
lately that seems to be all I ever hear from you.
Is it me?
Did I do something wrong one day?
Please tell me, what and right now.
I feel I have the right to know.

I want to stay,
be with you.
Truely I do,
please believe me.

Once, twice, even three times,
I can live with your excuses,
but it's been so way more than that,
I feel myself boil up inside.
I don't think that I have anymore to give you,
before the fieryness inside of me explodes
and I finally let ripe,
then my true emotions I do show you,
a few words come out,
that I know later I'll only regret.

So farwell my love,
this is the end of the road for me.

Do you think that we can still be friends?

Written: Tuesday 11 December 2001