didn t poem

Emilie Autumn

I didn t want the details
Of your pathetic life
How you wished for a lover
And wouldn t mind a wife
I didn t want to picture
A man so sad and weak
I cherished my illusions
Until I heard you speak
I didn t want to ponder
The reasons you confessed
Your torrid past relations
I never would have guessed
That I would seek my refuge
For that I m angry still
I didn t want to know you
And now I never will