Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
How will the lights die down, telling us who we are"
Utopia by Within Temptation & Chris Jones (l)
Because today, I understand. You were free, now you are under her control. You're doing what she expects you to do. Even if you are a grown-up, you don't act by yourself. It's time to say goodbye. I give up, I surrender. Anyway, I already lost. I learnt how to live with this ghost, as if it wasn't present. None can erase our past friendship. That was nice, that was sweet but it's useless to see what will come next, because I can foresee it: nothing else will come. I probably miss you, you might miss me but you've to understand that I decide to turn towards a blue sky, without clouds, without rain, without storms.