I'm packing a suitcase,
but not full of clothes,
i'm packing it with feelings,
i want to enclose
All the bad ones are going away,
maybe someone else will let them free one day.
See what i'm doing,
is moving on.
These feelings are hurtful,
boring and dull,
so i'm packing them up,
in a little suitcase,
just leave them here,
while i fly away.
It's much lighter without them,
i finally feel free,
Im over you,
but are you over me?
