It was me, who wanted to get away,
Why do I want to stay?
We may think we don't need anyone.
That's not true, the truth is we are
almost done.
It was me, who wanted to grow apart,
But I now wonder if I did well.
Where is my start?
I am still in this hell.
Who was me? I went to missed way
To make new road, which would lead.
But there was nobody to say
How much of me they need.