I'm used to solve my problems on my own
I'm used to keep everything inside
I'm used not to show what I feel
Not to give people the way to hurt me

When there's a leaving
I'm the first that kisses before
I don't know where I've learnt it
Surely it's not an exemplar behaving
But unhappily it's so deep inside me

You said I always think about myself
I'm a bit selfish it's true
But I silently love people too much
I've been hard burnt

I'd have many things to say to you
It could be the poem I've never written
Because the sorrow was too recent
And when it happens
I go and wait out of the game
I like being surrounded by people
Everyone deserves a chance, me too
I try to make all them happy
But It's so difficult to manage

Sometimes I feel I'm destined to stay alone
To move from country to country
To give relief to who I meet
But I often get the opposite result
Sending away the ones I care more about
I'm not joking with people I like
I'm not putting ticks on a table
I'm not cold as you're painting
I really missed you

All this song not to justify me
But to argue if something's been misunderstood
I don't mind what seems on the surface
I know what happens inside
Thanks for the breakthru you've opened

Is it our farewell?