My condition is called "an autumn"
My soul is wrapped by necessary and unnecessary attachments
I won't believe that it was you who ruined everything
All right, if I'll say: "come back", will it matter
When the soul isn't in the body
I agree, I'm grieving - should I be ashamed?
If the one who leaves doesn't get upset
What can the one who stays do
Heart says: don't play proud, you need her
The right thing to do is to accept
Fill the suitcase
And leave, sometimes it's necessary
Without turning back
Besides, there is pain behind you
There are memories behind you
They'll fray you, if memories are painful, they'll fray you