One-way ticket

It grown up, I can't believe how it grown up, just like that.

But I can't handle it, right now, I can't.

It was beautiful, unique, special but we both knew how it would end. I think that, deep down, I was expecting some happy ending, I still want it but I'm not strong enough for that to happen. I think I always knew, but I tried to ignore, I tried not to care but it was stronger than me.

Now you'll go on without loocking back, I hope. Now I'll follow without regret having done the right thing but not what I wanted, I hope.

I'll miss you, oh, so much! I'll miss walking around and knowing that any minute I'll hear your voice, instead I'll just ask to someone how are you like who doesn't want the thing. I'll laught at something without being able to look at you to realize if you're laughting too. I won't be able to look at you and try to read what your eyes are saying and tell you, through my eyes, how important you became.

I'm done, we're done, we've always been so take your one-way ticket and go, don't look back, don't give up, fight. If you fall I'll still be here to catch you, if you break down I'll still be here to paste you.

But right now you have to let me go, I'll take my one-way ticket too, I'll fight too, I'll break down too and I hope you'll be there to me in the end, when I need, I belive that you'll be there to me, for me, because, I am and will always be here to you, for you.