I think, I think too muchI don’t think you’re interestingI don’t think you’re nice at allStill I feel your presence and how you make me feel so smallI think you’re specialI think you took my heart‘cause I was hurt the dayyou bulldozed over it.Today I saw your faceI noticed that look you give me on good daysand my anger disappearedYou’re my sunon a beautiful winter dayyou’re the dark cloudson a rainy dayI think I don’t like youYou’re my sad love songI think I want to lay in your armsall day longYou make me want to cryYou make me want to laughYou make me think I am the reason whyyou’re still with her.(Dit gedicht is niet bestemd om zonder mijn toestemming gebruikt te worden)