Will I have a drinking binge with the guys next door?
Will I start tidying the messy music room you have stained with your "music?"
What am I supposed to do?
Wait for you to come back, as I know you would do?
Or pick up the pieces of this decadent life and start from there?
What do you supposed I should do?
What am I supposed to do?
What would they want me to do?
Well, I now realize,
that I won't do anything. Not because you matter,
but because you no longer matter to me.
Good riddance!
