♪ No, I don't ♪ Having to look at your face that instigates me, And fake indifference and naturality, So no one sees you in me more than a friend... Having to hug you like an old friend, Without letting you feel the warmth of my burning body Demanding the cool breeze of your home soul. To be near that body, which, one day, In my daydreams or in another life, I got lost and found myself, and I made housing. To have to hear your mumbling sweet and laughter Without creeping out and ratting me out, Nor cross the thin line between the possible and the dream. Having you so close and so fleeting, Like fog that surrounds me, but doesn't arrest... As a promise not fulfilled, and bold. To have to ignore you with such care That this love dissolves into "how are you?" No, I don't.