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Explain to her if you can without hurting her,
why I leave without saying goodbye.
I'm not a fan of farewells;
the beauty is at the beginning of love.

Tell her it wasn't just a fling,
that I even fell in love,
forget who may have been at fault;
life is to blame and no one else.

Try talking to her,
you know her
better than I do,
try to make her see,
that it's impossible
to return,
to return.

I never hide my madness from anyone,
my whimsical way of loving;
let her understand and forgive my stance
as I will hardly change.

Let her know it's not easy to forget her,
that there have been nights to remember
but that's just me, what do you want me to do,
I'm not an easy bird to catch.