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.