I don’t feel like it.
No. I don’t.
I stand adamant, a tight cross over my chest –
it says: NO. Don’t enter.
I don’t feel like it,
I never will.
Don’t try asking.
My mind won’t change;
it’s been decided since the start.
I don’t and I won’t.
So no, I don’t feel like it
and you shouldn’t bother trying.
Never, ever, no.
Yet there you are still, standing.
Yet there you are, an iron will,
Breaking down my feelings.
Come in, I’m waiting – it says,
your heart. Wider than the seven seas.
Yes I do.
Yes I do feel like it.