"Have you ever predicted your own future?"
I always predict, calculate or expect
What is it coming next.
I don't like surprises and unexpected.
I plan and plan step by step
My head draws the outline, case by case
My brain runs like a calculator
My systems works as a computer
I've been ready to be left.
She whom I've been with.
I let her have someone called friend
Who courts her everyday
You, there are You who've gone already.
That I knew you would be
Eventually, you would leave me
Not surprised, ready...
And You, the latest and the last
Who fell in love so fast.
Who is devastated if scarce
Who says you will never leave
Who has many better ones than me around
Who is so so far away
Who asks for my love and care
Who I can't be there
Who I can't stay beside and hold your hands
Who's got them asking for attention
Who's got everything but my existence
Who, one day, will try to have someone
Who will be tired of this person.
I, myself, me, get ready
Karma is real. I see it's coming
I'm an oracle for myself
Finally, I'll be alone
Not surprised at all.
It depends on time, it's about time
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