No, I won't.
Even though, every single moment
You're in my mind,
In solitude I lie
trying to leave your memories behind
And no, I won't talk to you
Strings of my guitar
seems to have no delight,
And I end up adding you
To anything I write
And no, I won't ...
The pretty winter night
Doesn't help me much,
And my cold cold hands
Miss the warmth of your touch
But no, I won't talk to you
To wrap you up in my arms
All your memories tease and lure,
And all my dried up lips desire
Is to taste the sweetness of yours
But no, I won't
A few droplets
From the spring of your voice
Could heal me up all
And make my heart rejoice
Still, I won't talk to you
Because somewhere I realize
And your actions do exclaim
Whatever I feel for you
You don't feel the same
And though I wish you did,
But I know,
You won't.