Non, je ne regrette rien of my past,
Cannot remember their address or name
School friends, anyone, it’s all the same.
Save it for another day, the first, the last.
I cherish a place I can call my own
Where I wake each day a brand new start.
There I may talk upon the telephone
And never mention my wounded heart.
Because it’s you a stranger who are mine.
There is your give, my take, and vice versa,
Limits reached and yet the burning fuse.
My moods sway this way, that way, confused.
I say I am me, not you, and worse or
Stranger still am falling apart, resigned.
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