I don't want to touch your smooth skin
Nor do I want to play with your curly hair
Nor do I want to feel you, warm, next to me
I don't want to want you
I don't want to love you
And I don't miss your perverse sense of humor
Which I got used to, in a sense
And all the voices in my head tell me softly
I don't miss, no, no, I don't miss
Your crooked shoulder
Your puppy-dog eyes
Your twisted gait
And your ugly nose
Your perfect body
And your stupid laugh
You don't know how much I loved you
You don't know how much I loved you
Your warm smile
So arrogant
And your long fingers
Servants of the guitar
Servants of the guitar
The smell of your skin
When you're tired
You don't know how much I loved you
You don't know how much I loved you
No, no, you don't know how much I loved you
I don't want to write a song about you
Because simply, you didn't deserve it
But look at how it comes to me and comes to me
Verse after verse, I've immortalized you.
And you won't tell me how much to cry
Or how much to laugh about my problem
I don't want anything from you but
I'd like for you to want something
I don't want you to call me anymore
I won't come anymore
I'm afraid of this longing for you
Because I'll keep on loving you
And I'd like for someone else to appear
I'd like to fall in love
But a lunatic, just like you
I don't think I'll ever find
I don't think I'll ever find
You don't know how much I loved you
You don't know how much I loved you
You don't know how much I loved you
You don't know how much I loved you