I don't know why I'm doing so
so cold and so strong with him
although when I see him
I'd like to embrace him and kiss his hand
Deep In my heart there's a passion as big as the whole world
and I come near him trying to hide
why and how even though there's nothing in this world
that's tenderer for him than my heart
why I hide my tenderness
and cruelty overcomes my softness
I say no to anything he said so I can show my strength
I feel that he would be provoked by my tenderness to use
me
As If I make him feel love he'll get stronger over me and torture me
I will tire him as much as I can and has to endure me in spite of him
I'll pretend that he said he it doesn't matter
although l may die If he leaves me