When I'm away from you, I feel good. I can't explain it. Maybe I'll tell you in a day or two.
Do you still pass by my house? Or do you avoid it?
I knew the consequences. It was cruel in the end, and I was upset.
You thought it was clever of you to manipulate me without me noticing your objectives.
When I'm away from you, I feel good. I can't explain it.
You call me high, driving at almost 160 km/h, and say my friends are assholes for not supporting us.
So, definitely, when I say: "I'm happier and calmer away from you," maybe I'll explain that to you in two days.
Or, actually, you could disappear. I wanted to scream at you: "Go away," "Fuck off."
You're a guy who doesn't respect our space, and I have to dodge you like a wary cat.
So, definitely, for the third time: when I'm away from you, I feel good. I don't know how to explain this.
It's over. You can leave and go your own way!
You made me feel so miserable and small.
Take your road. There's nothing but pain here.
The end of a very unfriendly relationship.
Judson Kaique, July 31, 2026