One day, I'm going to wake up from my bed,
Without your mental picture showing in my head.
I'm going to open my phone without feeling blue,
For my wallpaper and captions are no longer about you.
I'm gonna drink a cup of coffee instead a glass of wine,
And I'm going to whisper to myself "Finally, I'm fine. "
I'll run a hundred miles in a long way,
Not to chase again but to run away,
From the things that are not meant for me.
One day, I will not remember to call you dear,
And I know, that day is near.