Have you taken all you want?
You have taken all I can give, my love,
with so much hate deserved, for my losses.
Years... nights, dear you led to many nights
of procrastination, lost sleep, sleep so wanted,
and upon dreaming, I realized you followed me there. You chased me, my love, and now...
and Now my heart chases you, ripping itself
from my body and following you there.
Apologize
to all the men that may never have my heart.
It isn't mine to give, love, it's in Paris, in a little
Black Box I slipped in your pocket.