Breaking up was for my safety,
And you say it’s for my good.
But there are things I want to tell you,
Things I think that you should know:
I don’t want to live forever.
I don’t care if I’m not safe.
Just as long as you’re here with me,
Death’s a mere challenge I can face.
I’m not still that little girl,
From back in your second year.
Trapped alone down in a chamber,
Where my screams no one could hear.
I’m now older and grown up.
But you do not seem to care.
I can take care of myself,
So stop living in such fear.
Now I have to face the facts.
We are over, broken up.
Now I have to go on, move on.
But I don’t know where to start.
So goodbye and Bon Voyage!
Maybe we will meet again.
Until then I’m riding solo,
Trying slowly to move on.