That slow growing perception of being dispensable,
this shattering feeling of not being a part of your life anymore.
Feasible enough to think,
yeah to think,
that you might found someone else.
Someone else who will keep your head above water and not drag you down.
That is there for you whenever you need him!
That does not hide behind hazy excuses!
It was me who did all of this to you.
Not pretending that this isn't the indisputable truth.
Regretting those blurry moments,
those moments I should have told you how much I love you.
How much I need you, rather than making you feel dispensable.
This forgotten feeling that made you leave.
Who took it all but didn't give anything back.
I wish you all the best ...
... and hope you're better of without me.
To fulfill your dreams, desires and never look back.