The Final Detail

I guess it's over. And well, it doesn't matter how i think or how i feel, what past is past.

But anyway, I'm glad that you freed me, that's all i need.

Luckily I never dream of you, in the presence of a bed of rose.

I guess it's really over. You shone your lights on others.

But it doesn't matter, I will still shine from the inside, in a way that you can't see.

Hopefully you are happy with what you have, and never ever try to mocking me.

I have my pride, you have yours. You want to start a new life, so do I.