Threw everything you have in trash
Cut my hairs, dyed to yellow
Remember when I recorded you as "sweetheart", now I deleted it, wrote it like anybody else
Without you I'm feeling much better
I realized I've been neglecting myself
I don't care, it's good like this
There was a relief from my shoulders
I'm already good without you, believe me
I threw myself to street
Touched to stranger, drunk hands
And I didn't really regret it
But I didn't liked what I did either
I don't care, it's good like this
There was a relief from my shoulders
I'm already good without you, believe me
Actually, I'm good, really
Like, I feel free
I get every piece of the bed when I sleep
"Yeah" I say, "everything is mine now"
I do what I want
But sometimes, especially when it gets dark
I can't say there's nothing strange
I feel bad, I miss you
I can't throw your pictures
Like, I can't look at them
I get angry, very angry
I want to make you sad, hurt you
Then I get normal, I feel sad for you too
But I'm healing, healing
I don't care, it's good like this
There was a relief from my shoulders
I'm already good without you, believe me