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 promise I've to ignore
My love is a luxury
Once you were searching for
Now you don't need me for sure
Now you don't need me for sure
Sold to memory store
'Cause I cannot afford you for sure
Now it feels like before
I don't need you for sure
We don't need us for sure