How long are you going to smile a public smile when you see me
Sweeping me out the door of your kindness and grace
How long am I to go on feeling a private guilt when I see you
Hoping one day you will see the chains you put me in
How long are you going to walk by my eyes, as if I am no one special to you
How long am I going to sigh, telling you I want to be someone special for you
How many times I should learn this lesson, to stop loving spontaneously
How many fresh kills am I to become, for you who judge me slovenly
Oh, how I wish I live like an old man in a village
Away from the likes of you, from the very likes of you