A cold man,
an uncertain man,
all devoid and numb,
going who knows where,
maybe going to get a gun,
yes, please delete my heart,
delete my heart from your mind,
because it will do you no good,
and wrap it up in a box,
and throw it away for good,
yes,
please,
throw it away for good,
because I am no good for you,
and though you stole my heart,
I realised that I am better off alone,
and I think I was conflicted at what I wanted,
and I would only break your heart,
so, please,
delete my heart,
from your mind,
because it will do you no good,
and I do not wish to be misunderstood,
so, please forgive me,
if I sound abrupt,
but my heart does not know,
does not know where it belongs,
and it does not know what it wants,
so, wrap it up in a box,
and do please,
throw it away for good,
because I have no wish to be cruel to you,
but my love it is no good,
it really is no good,
for I am like a stranger,
coming and going in the night,
where nothing is right,
and you my dear,
are better off with your books.
