Alea iacta est

. . .

I hope you know That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now And big girls don't cry. . .

Tack snälla, detsamma får jag säga:)