I wont come back

What do you want now me to say?
That I regret and all was wrong?
Your piercing eyes will beg me stay,
I will give in and won’t be strong? ...

You played with me, I was your doll,
Your property to show your friends,
You don’t need me – I’m like a wall…
I’m tired to be your fashion brand.

I need to feel a brisk cool wind,
To see blue sky above my head,
Instead of mortal musty stink
And the expensive pressing lamp.

All chandeliers aren’t enough
To light the fire in my soul.
I know exactly, what’s your craft:
You fascinate each pretty girl.

The hunt inflames you fast and hard,
Turns into tender gentleman,
It makes you speak “from all your heart”,
And conquer prey to spite all men.

Then I was caught in your sly trap
And in your eyes I saw the deep,
I was naпve, and charmed, and rapt,
But yet I know, that all was fib.

Don’t ask me more – I won’t come back,
And glasses won’t be ever pink,
And I recovered in the fact, -
The feelings never make me sink.