start of the past

take it all - don't be shy
the furniture the books
do what you want
with any of the stuff

if you become invisible
i would clap my hands
bow and laugh
i want you out of here

don't look back
there is no use
i have torn all apart
in my mind
you're nothing but past

let our roads be split
our feet walk different paths
one last time
look at me when i tell you
its no more
you and me

it is you
and
it is me
at different places
different lives
you see

now
let me see
me