The sun comes up, over your house, over your head.
  Today, simplicity makes you wish you were dead.
  I heard you cut and ran.
  This time I don't care.
  How can you deem me responsible after I explained it all?
  I told you again and again, I would last in one place too long.
  I was over. But now I understand.
  I don't care if I go through life and I never see you again.