I want to turn the page every day,
To leave behind you and the love that hangs around,
For I am not worth a single day,
That I stick around this misery.
I placed myself in your trap.
Now that I am caught,
I cannot help looking around,
At those who have real love.
Are you the one who makes me,
Reach for the darkness of red wine?
Are you the one who,
Erases my future right before my eyes?
Looking for the love supreme,
Was paused the day I met you.
The person I am now,
Is the person you have made.
I can see what you want me to be.