I wonder when that day will be
when you will finally be resigned
and easily leave me.

Are you going to flee?
Back to Ecuador, where you were originally confined.
I wonder when that day will be.

I’m scared you have finally made that decree,
with an unsound and stupid mind,
to easily leave me.

As hard as I may plea,
I think you are ready to leave me behind.
I wonder when that day will be.

I’ll always think you’ll want to be free.
I wish death to that frame of mind
to easily leave me.

I might need therapy at age thirty-three
for the unhealthy lack of peace in my mind.
I wonder when that day will be
when you easily leave me.