I don't want to know you, I don't want to hold your hand.
I thought you would be different, I thought you were a man.
All you are is a child, an immature little boy
You run around here laughing, but its my heart that you destroy.
And it kills me that I've done this, I went behind your back
I felt the warmth of a different love, I pushed you off the track
And to think I wanted more, I wanted to feel something brand new
I wanted to fall head over heels, and feel it just for you.
And I long so just to tell you, but I fear I'll make myself cry
So instead I'm writing this poem, and in a way this is goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem