I don't want a poem from you, br Their your mark on all your girls, br Your signature br Your statement, br Your opinion, br It’s what you leave them all, br After you’ve mastered them, br You’re like a husband, br With to many mistresses, br That you parade in front of your wife, br Cheating on her with all of them, br Using the same lines over again, br So I don’t care what you think, br You don’t own me anymore, br Purple, blue, green, and yellow, br You’re just a bruise that will soon fall way, br The colors fading into grey, br A memory best left forgotten, br A shadow haunting me br From my murky past.