Control
So this is all there will be from now on,
since you've made up your mind to depart;
no more TV, no talking, no people, no fun,
no more girlfriends who play with your heart.
You're a timid and tremulous creature,
always wearing your soul on your sleeve;
you can't for the life of you step on a bug
but you simply don't know how to leave.
How to leave things behind when they're done,
how to let go a friendship that's dead,
not to disinter love when it's all in your mind,
and take charge of your own life instead.
It's all just a question of balance,
why must you suffer such pain?
just see living as merely good judgment
and you'll get your control back again.
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