This piece won’t be long
I’ll make right out the wrong
Why shall I cry when we part?
For the heart is not longing still
Why shall I bleed when you stab the heart?
For the heart is not beating still
Why shall I hold back the strain?
For the heart doesn’t want the pain still
Why shall I beg for you to remain?
For I’ve crossed my heart and hope to die
To grant what the heart desire
And it is not you, or was never you.