You don’t have to do itnIf you don’t want to do itnYou can put on your blouse and walk awaynnIf only you could, you wouldnLook a little furthernYou can see him writhing on the groundnnThe past the present transcends the futurenThough you still think that it’s quite impossiblenBut you want to keep you hands off,nYou want to keep your hands fullnAnd indulge in your lonely bedroom encountersnnNow the bed sheets are undone and you’re all alonenStill you want to come around just to see himnBut you want to fantasize him, you want to reminisce itnWhen u let him in your bed last DecembernnYou don’t have to love himnIf you only want to kill himnYou don’t have to hide under the stairsnThe moment that you want has comenSooner than expectednAlright... Its time you draw the curtains downn(you make no sound)nnAnd it really, really, makes no sense at allnEspecially when you’ve got him in your stupid little bagnDo you really think he knows these things at allnHe’s just your piece of rag, but now he’s slowly coming back