You’ve heard this before, but this time it’s true.
It’s completely me. It’s not about you.
I’ve been seeking, exploring for something new
and apparently, see, it just isn’t you.

I can’t ask you to change, but for us to be
you’d really have to extensively.
Unless you do, I’m setting you free
to be with anyone who isn’t me.

Don’t lay blame – and don’t have a fit.
Stop looking for fault; you won’t find it.
Though you’re well equipped with your level of wit,
in a search you will find no responsibilit

but accept that in terms of our couplehood:
between us two, there wasn’t much good.
If my mind could change, I assure you, it would
but it just doesn’t want you. Is that understood?

It’s not about you. It’s all about us.
An us that doesn’t exist, and thus
we can quit it right now. No fuss, no muss
while I look for one that’s more beauteous.

It’s all about me. It ain’t about you.
I just want something better that’s real and true.
You should have suspected. From the start I knew:
You’re the old thing. I’m looking for new.