For the first time ever, I don't want you, Sugar.
For the first time ever, I don't need you...
For the first time ever, I don't wake up thinking of you...
For the first time ever, I can carry a tune without you on my lips...
For the first time ever, I can say goodbye. See you, dear. Ridiculous to cry.
Sugar, your hold is tight, but your grasp is losing its strength. You, dear Sugar, are no longer an impulse, but a fleeting thought, a calculation.
Over and out.
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