Here we go again,
Down a cursed road,
Trying not to worry
While carrying this heavy load.
It really isn’t your fault,
For I am damaged goods,
So take it as a grain of salt
And head for the woods.
Don’t let me near your life
Or close to you at all
Because in a matter of time
I will surely fall.
Please guard yourself against
My misconceptions
And make sure to say the truth
And leave no perceptions.
Of course I would advise
No contact whatsoever
But you are so kind
And don’t know better.
So naïve and clueless boy
Run as fast as you can
Because before long
I will want you as my man.