So you could do anything, anything you want.
...let her go
So she won't ask where were you, what were you doing, who was there when she can't
...let her go
So you don't need to say those words
...let her go
So she doesn't need to be possesive as you thought
...let her go
So you could live your messy life
...let her go
So maybe you could find another lover
who won't keep asking where were you, what were you doing, who was he, who was her.
someone that might be there, always near you.
someone that might do anything you want.
But sorry, even after this whole time it wasn't me.
yes, I'm giving up.
Call me possesive or anything you want, call me selfish or anykind like that.
But sorry, don't call me
when you realize that everything I've done was to keep this relationship last longer.
when you have no one to talk to
when the night is getting colder and those memories repeat over and over again
when things getting hard
yes, don't ever to that.
It wasn't mean anything, for both of us.
Goodnight, have a nice life.
the possesive one.
