Me, you see?
26 and still me, still here, some blue moons, mostly free
beautiful women around, my own sky, I walk the ground
feeling used and abused, not missed or bruised, I'm here to be found
old adventures that sucked too much life
picked up the phone and not even a line
days go by and where nights come to die
I think of you all, your way is a lie
so to all you who shared my space and time
I drop you this final line
I'm better off without you, ever and better, I'm fine
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