I’m going, I’m leaving this city
Don’t feel sorry for me
I’m already feeling self-pity
Overrated individuality

I’m tired of these sentences
You always slay
Days that have no differences
Lying around drunk in the middle of afternoon
Another filthy saloon
Monday is still Monday

I’m going, ain’t going home
I’m leaving you behind
I’m going and I’m going alone
Don’t even try, I’m too hard to find

I’m tired of these rooms
Where doors have no name
Closed curtains, mysterious gloom
You shared you darkest secrets and your fantasies
Left me with no dignity
All you had was fame

I’m going, going one-way
I’m looking only ahead
You didn’t ask me to stay
I guess you’re still in bed

This whole city sleeps
Only old man sweeps the streets
Too much is too obvious
I know nothing will be like us

I’m going, going to miss you
I guess I ain’t coming back
I’m taking a turn to another avenue
I finally found my track

I’m sick of these explanations
I always give
I’ve lost all my patience
I do know you loved me oh so much
And I didn’t need to clutch
You should’ve been little more sensitive

I’m going, I’m leaving now
And this time it’s for real
You reap what you sow
I wish life would be that ideal

I’m going, I’m leaving this city
And you don’t care a shit
I’m feeling already self-pity
Like I’d be the one who’s hit

I’m going, I’m so tired
You’re still young, powerful and fresh
You need to be admired
And I was too deeply enmesh

I’m going and I’m still here
Right now it’s best I can
I’ll be following your career
You know, I will always be your fan

I’m going, ain’t going home
‘cause home is where you are
but I’m going and I’m going alone
I took only your guitar

I’m going, this is goodbye
And listen carefully, my little Johnny
I will tell you no why
It was just all about money

I’m going, lit my cigarette
I take deep breath, I just inhale
I ain’t your bouncing marionette
I’m not for sale

I’m going ‘cause I still love
Hating you would be too sad
Don’t look down, reach above
I’ll never forget what we had

I’m going and you will forget
You wake up and order a drink
It comes to you like you to that brunette
All is left of me is ink

I’m going ‘cause I’m so stupid
I should have left so much earlier
Now look what all that did
This time I’ll disappear

I’m going and I’ll run
You won’t see me ever again
Good morning, you won
For me order a glass of champagne

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