You can leave, what does it matter?
it would be foolish to stop you.
My poverty won't change
and you're taking your chances.
Where do you think you'll get with
by carrying on what you feel?
You offered your betrayal
and now you've picked up a client.
You'll see how much it's worth,
that which comes from the soul.
You'll see that everything's worthless
with a life that's bought.
Someday you'll come to know
which will run out first:
if it was what you felt for me
or their pile of money.
We'll never see each other again,
we'll see who feels colder,
in the night you'll have their warmth
while missing mine.
Someday you'll come to know
which will run out first:
if it was what you felt for me
or their pile of money.
We'll never see each other again,
we'll see who feels colder,
in the night you'll have their warmth
while missing mine.