I´ve thrown away all your stuff to he garbage
I´ve cut my hair immediately and have dyed them blond
Remember, when I saved your number as „sweetheart“ in my phone?
I´ve deleted it instantly and saved it as your name, like all the others.
Being without you is doing so good to me
I neglected myself so much
I don´t care, luckily it´s over
A big burden has been lifted from my shoulders
I got used to being without you long ago,
believe me.
I´ve thrown myself to the streets
Have touched drunken strange hands
I didn´t even regret it at all
But I wasn´t happy about my situation neither
I don´t care, luckily it´s over
A big burden has been lifted from my shoulders
I got used to being without you long ago,
believe me.
Actually I´m doing very well
Firstly, I´m feeling free
I sleep diagonally in the bed
I think: „Oh, finally. Now everything is completely mine“
I´m doing whatever I feel like
But sometimes, especially during the evenings,
it feels strange.
I´m suffering,
I´m missing
I can´t throw away your photos, for example.
Can´t look at them.
I´m getting angry. Very angry.
I want to make you miserable.
Want to hurt you.
Afterwards I calm down.
I´m feeling sorry for you aswell.
But I´m recovering, yes.
I´m recovering...
I don´t care, luckily it´s over
A big burden has been lifted from my shoulders
I got used to being without you long ago,
believe me.