if you see me you'll be crossing the street

i'm the one who has already chosen.
i won't cross the street back, not anymore.
you've got to follow me, it's a one way statement.

it will be a shame,
for all who think they knew me.
i can't help it.

i know that i cannot have our plans,
i know that "we" is no longer fair to you.
i'm not fair to you.

you believe i'm not growing up, but for me that means to choose with my own free will, not to follow the last centuries of "right behaviours for women".
i'm sorry, i can't.

and i'm not ashamed of be myself, once again.