This is the end.
I’m sorry for all the trouble I may have caused ya, but I’m not sorry for seeing things the way I see, for thinking them the way I think or for feeling them the way I feel. For that, I’m not sorry at all.
Go your own way, and I’ll go mine. May we meet again, all I ask for is some politeness, so don’t go lying to my face about everything being like it’s always been, because it isn’t and you know it.
That’s it. This is the end.