Same old love, same taste of champagne and wine,
Same old lie, telling them I'm fine,
I lied to my friends telling them you'd changed,
As expected, they never believed me, called it strange.
You lose their respect for you, for constantly hurting me,
When you're acting kind, they consider it as funny,
They told me you're just good at the start,
I guess they're all right, indeed smart.
You proved me, I'm better off without your presence,
I lose my innocence, self-respect and their essence,
You brought changes into my ways of living,
You reminded me to always choose survival over dying.
I'll teach myself to live with the pain—
rather than to die, because of your stain,
You're now allowed to call me crazy and stupid,
Because I already wrote a book about you, and it's vivid.
