Standing here, with a matchbox in my hand. I'm burning myself just to let you understand that you have always been the only thing I had, with this decision I hit the nail on head. I'm doing this favor for you, I'm leaving like you wanted me to. It's hard to be all alone, but you don't care - so tomorrow I'll be gone. I feel so empty - can't feel a thing. My life is useless - this will be my last spring.