Do as you please　#R&B#Soul#Emotional# 90s

I turned toward the wall, gazing at your back. I started to say, "Fine, I'll do as I please," but swallowed the words into a cloud of cigarette smoke. You don't even notice that the Casablanca lilies lined up by the window are beginning to wither. You look into the mirror, stroking your chin, wearing a mask of indifference, and fall into silence. Oh—at the very least, for this final moment, I wanted you to hold my trembling shoulders. Instead, you throw your arms out with a grand, dramatic gesture— a signal for me to leave, isn't it? "Do as you please"—is that what you want to say? Do you prefer a woman who never lets you see her tears? With a glass of bourbon in hand, you turn your back on me; I don't need a shred of your kindness. I’ll vanish into this fog-drenched city— goodbye, you self-absorbed "superstar." Don't you dare tell me to "go find happiness"— that line is nothing but cruel. You’re always just playing the lead role in a movie of your own making. You’ve cast off your heavy coat, and you don't even spare a moment to pick it up. Are you still trying to strike a cool pose— right up until the very second the door closes? Ah—on the other side of the wall, the sound of the television echoes, hollow and cold. In this room, now empty of me, you’ll likely go on playing the part tomorrow, too. "Do whatever you want!"—that’s what I want to scream. It’s absurd that I ever loved you at all. With nothing but a single trunk to hold my lingering regrets, I walk toward the dawn, all on my own. Looking back, the light in the window seems to mock me with a cruel, ironic laugh. Do whatever you want. Do whatever you want. I’ll go on living my own life, in my own way...