You think you can have it all, to have me in your hands.
You know very well that that was the last time.
You will no longer feel my scent, my soft skin, my thin shoulders.
No crown will give you back my laughter, walking in the street without knowing where to go.
You were everything to me, you were beautiful.
My king, my prince, my friend. My love.
I will never be able to forgive you.
And you will never be able to stop thinking about me.
