Like a story that I knew long ago…
You are fading away,
buried in the closet of my mind like a skeleton you will stay.
May be my life is a horror story…
But am not afraid…
and you bought the tickets…
to leave is your prerogative!!

The regret is mine
And I regret…that you held the reins.
And I the dreams,
Never will I say broken
Never will you know, never will you see us again
And that is my Prerogative!