I told you, like I told the one before you Why -- Despicable things that hurt me, And I avoided them to save myself from the pain. Then he came along, With his sonnets and kaleidoscopes. My eyes opened to a world only he could show me. His lips parted as if to tell me what this world was. You didn't listen, Just like the one before you, And I knew you wouldn't, Yet I fell for your sonnets and playful touches. We would do well to wish that this he doesn't become another you.