
‘I see you – the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It’s plain to see we’re over,
And I hate when things are over
When so much is left undone’
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It’s plain to see we’re over,
And I hate when things are over
When so much is left undone’
(Excerpt from Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Deep Blue Something)