I don't have car.
I don't have freedom.
I don't have money.
I don't have time.
I'm just not for you.
Neither are you the right one for me.
Should we have parted long before? No.
We shouldn't even start.
I didn't love you wholeheartedly,
we both know.
You wanna go,
I've long realized.
We're different,
we thought it's a problem.
But turn out,
it's the similarities that mattered.
We both wanted to go.
We both know it'll end.
We both gave up.
And we both headed for a better us, which sadly (or fortunately) do not coincide.
Okay.
This is good.
Now we're both better off.
Better off this way...
