You want some of this.
You want some of that.
You want everything you wish,
To carry in your backpack.
You want my tears to display a sensitivity!
You want my heart to be yours to break.
You want to take my love...
Even though what you give is fake.
You want me to crawl at your beck and call.
But I am not available...
For that subservience at all!
Not today.
I've given myself that time off!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem