"If it's the right thing to do, why don't I want you to go?" «Why don't I wanna go?»

Now while the beat is slow
Here in your arms I sway
Now that the light is low
Something I want to say
I guess you've known me for a while
But I mean trouble
I only want to see you smile
And I burst this bubble

The hardest thing is to let go
When love is real...
Like a flower loves a bee
But I know you're meant to give yourself to someone else
Not me

And I could carry on with you
Does that sound crazy?
I think you feel the same way too
And you can't face it

The hardest thing is to let go
But it's not defeat
When you set somebody free
And I know you're meant to be yourself with someone else
Not me

Can you let go?
'Cause that's love that's real
Like a flower loves a bee
And you know you're meant to give yourself to someone else
Not me

Somebody else not me
Meant for somebody else not me
Somebody else not me

Finalmente consegui arranjá-la... finalmente me pus a pensar sobre isto. É como me diz a Belicha "esquece o Miguel, tu és muito melhor que ele, mereces muito melhor, vais ser muito melhor, não te desperdiçes com ele, ele não te merece." Por muito que isto seja a típica frase feita, e por horrível que seja pensar nisto, às vezes não consigo evitar...
But then again... somos felizes assim.


Não somos?