I want you to move to California for yourself, I want you to find whatever your heart needs, I want you to move to California for yourself, but not for me. I want you to go out there and find somebody else, I want him to treat you like I know he should, I want you to find somebody new for yourself, if not for me. All of the feelings that I know you never felt, and all of the simple words you never said, I want you to keep them like a secret to yourself, they’re not for me. I want you to wander silent past my outstretched arms, I want you to hide yourself from all I see, and though my heart will fight until its dying breath, you’re not for me.