They probably think, "There are a lot of them." But you'll be wrong if you think I'm easy to give in to. And you'll lose if you think I let go easily.
You know, sometimes I dream that I'm leaving - on a plane, on a train, into the sunset. My hair is tangled in the wind, my lips smell like raspberries,
and in my eyes there's a question: "Have you ever tried to hold on to me? Or was it just convenient for you to watch me leave from the sidelines?.."
I don't want to be just another one in someone's life.
I want to be the one for whom men lose sleep.
The one they write to at night, without holding back their desire.
The one they remember when they hear a song in the car.
Would you be able to hold me if you felt like you were losing me?..