Copenhagen, we're getting close to the end: I'm leaving you. It's not you, it's me. I just want more. You've been a good sport these last few years always letting me back in, but it's not the same as it was five years ago when I saw you the first time. I've found someone else and I'm moving on. But I will never forget those lovely spring days when you're the most beautiful, your buildings and blue skies. And I wont forget that you were my first love. Thanks for everything. I don't know when I'll see you again, if I'll ever come back to you for good. Maybe we can hang out a little bit once in a while, having drinks in a dark bar or something... You are after all home to some of the people I love most on this earth. But you and me... It's just not working out right now. Take care, little town.