You are knitting your net, knitted it into a web,
from where the is no escape for you,
every string a string off scorn,
you may pat yourself on your back,
telling yourself that you were wronged and you are right,
but every pat is just a nail which seals your faith,
my mind has left you long time ago and I will not trace my steps back to you.
Enjoy your freedom, like you have done in the past,
because we have no future,
our paths have split and no knit will ever tie us together again.
Farewell and Godspeed.
