Go Back To Paris!

People all around me: "She's mine, she's mine!"

And I scream.

I am me, I am me.

I scream: "You do not own me,

I am what ever I want to be,

And I will do what ever I want to do.

And no you do not own me.



No-one does."

 

And then again I think of you.
I think of the things that you leave to me when you go.
I think of them and I realize.
There will be nothing.
Left.



Right, you said.
Alright, I'll just go, you said,

And that's what I wish you would have done.


Now it's me who has to go...