Remember, when I was just sixteen
And I said to you ‘I can’t do this ………………
The kissing, cuddling, caring. I just can’t do this
It’s age. You said. give it time. Give me one more chance.
And I would make you cherish our closeness
It is only a little girl who feels she shouldn’t do this
I can no longer do this.
Baby, this is five years later
Yeah, I know this is déjà vu
How many times have I given you a last chance?
Just how many last chances is one supposed to give?
I just want space.
Not the kind of space, you peep in every ten minutes to see if all’s good.
I need space like eternity.
You behind my back is goose bumps.
No more last chances!
