You don’t know, you’ll never know what real pain is for me
Confusing your laugh for real love
Once, a hundred times, ask me why
Being grown yet immature is easier, but why?
Maybe it wasn’t what you had in mind
I’ll see you as a dot among the crowd
Like a dot among the crowd
You don’t know what to say, if we fight it’s over
My fragility is the chain I carry inside, but
If I seem small to you I won’t be your Andromeda, Andromeda
Maybe I just need time, maybe it’s a trend
That of feeling a bit wrong
I think about it here on the bed while I’ve been listening for hours
The usual Nina Simone song
Once, a hundred times, ask me why
Being grown yet immature is easier, but why?
Maybe it wasn’t what you had in mind
I’ll see you as a dot among the crowd
You don’t know what to say, if we fight it’s over
My fragility is the chain I carry inside, but
If I seem small to you I won’t be your Andromeda, Andromeda
You won’t be my husband, my husband, no
I’m leaving, I’m going, though
Please swear to me, swear you won’t
My fragility is the chain I carry inside, but
If I seem small to you I won’t be your Andromeda, Andromeda
You don’t know what to say, if we fight it’s over