Babe, there's a great difference between me and all those other girls you hang around. They are with you 'cause they have no chance of getting anything better, no more expectations than someone to pass the night with and luckily having a few free drinks.
That's not my case, I had every kind of possibilities you can think about, and I did choose you. Now I know it was a mistake and it was all my fault: I had my hopes pinned on you being able to give me what I need, and though you seemed to succeed some time, it came out that I can't change who you are and you couldn't either.
Both of us wanted to be together, but irretrievably tend to make the other an image of our ideals. Long and overloaded nails, satin and lace underwear, high-heels and short skirt while dusting and of course perfect and tasty meals ready when you come back home. What you want is a trophy wife and not a woman, you didn't get to see that there was something else, you didn't want to find out. I still can't believe how simple you can be.
My mistake was digging on your depths, discovering a world of possibilities you are not even able to recognize. I forgot to look at your face without fixing my eye on your heart; didn't care about your appearance, about your friends, about your habits. I wanted to bury all my prejudices and I achieved it, but eventually I've realized that all those represent the path you chose to follow, the way you want to be.
And truly, everytime I think it twice, if I consider it in the cold light of day, I don't want to belong to that world you are in. I am not one of those toys you like to play with, I bet on us thinking you had realized I was not, but as you haven't (and it seems that I can't show), I choose myself by confining you to my memories drawer.
Farewell darling, I couldn't do it better than you.
