Faces in your diary
All the poems which made you sad
Now it needs a surgery
To remove me from inside your head

It seems to be a perjury
And the promise I've to ignore
My love is a luxury
Once you were searching for
"Once you were searching for"
Now you don't want afford anymore

You don't need me for sure
You don't need me for sure

Sold to memory store
'Cause I can not afford you for sure
Now it feels like before
I don't need you for sure

We don't need us for sure