That you aren't coming back
How do I breathe?
What great news that you are already gone!
They say that I shouldn't call you anymore
That a bottle will make me forget
And they repeat, repeat that
You, in the end, aren't that special
Nor do you make gold out of glass
There's a million like you
In the end, you aren't that special
Everybody thinks the same
This song should never have
Spoken so badly about you and me
But here I am, pen and paper
Trying to be cruel to you
And all because my girlfriends
Happily celebrate that you are already gone
They say that I shouldn't call you anymore
That I look for another to forget
They repeat, repeat to me that
You, in the end, aren't that special
There's a million like you
In the end, you aren't that special
Everybody thinks the same
There's a million like you
If there's a million like you
Why can't I sleep?
I don't know if it's night or day
If there's a million like you
Thinking about whether you're going to call?
I hope there's some trace of me left in you
You, in the end, really were very special
I don't want to listen anymore
You, in the end, were the most special
For letting you slip away
Because there's nobody else