I am the supersiren of what you mean to me. I am the one 
who sneaks inside your mind. I am your velocipede. You're 
not free. You're not free. I know it was your fault, and 
I should not ask you please. But you don't want me 
anymore. So you'll leave me here. Please don't leave me. 
I'm not ready for this, I'm not ready for this, not 
fucking ready for this. So you walk and you're less. And 
you walk into my past. And you'll see. And you'll see 
mine. Feel the pain. Feel the pain of what you said. She 
is gone now and I see. You only wanted what was best for 
me. I won't question you anymore. Why believe in 
anything. It sucks you in.