061062 What We Don't Say

How many times have we broken up? I don't know, all I know is that being away from him confuses me, I wanted to come back, every time we moved away I always came back, I come back and I hope that he will change, that he will become mine, that he will give up his foolishness and see me for the truth even for once, I wanted him to be Perfect to be mine alone, I wanted everything by myself! And he didn't feel anything.. He left me right here in the middle, neither did I complete the road alone, nor did I stay with him, I became in this damned middle, I have no color!