Argument

On one side — my wandering, gypsy nature.

On the other — the world's questioning eyes.

And the question keeps rising:

If this is how you travel… how far will you ever really go?

So I tell them:

All the sheep go first. The shepherd? He's always at the back.

So I will stay behind.

Like a wild bird… I did whatever I wanted.

No compulsion here. I’m living by choice.

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Verse 1

All my years got spent in arguments, my love

Neither you moved toward the destinations… nor did I

Every debate kept circling, never found its end

All that stayed was the illusion of "you're wrong" and "I am right"

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Your way, my way — they ran like parallel lines

Never wrong, never less — just different designs

If we had just walked our own roads, let them be

Time wouldn't have ended so quietly…

But no…

One argument after another… that's where life went, my love

Neither you moved toward the destinations… nor did I

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Verse 2

Your thinking and my thinking — they stayed so far apart

Not that I am wrong… or that you lack a heart

If we had walked our own paths without the fight

Time wouldn't have ended like a fading light

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Your way, my way — they ran like parallel lines

Never wrong, never less — just different designs

If we had just walked our own roads, let them be

Time wouldn't have ended so quietly…

But no…

One argument after another… that's where life went, my love

Neither you moved toward the destinations… nor did I

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The wild bird?

It flew wherever it wanted.

No chains. No reasons. Just the sky.

But us?

We built a cage of opinions.

And called it a conversation.

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All my years got spent in arguments… my love…

Neither you moved toward the destinations…

Neither… did… I.

(Silence)