If your hand is not the hand
That I have been looking for
Whose is it then?
As I am confused
I looked for you, I found you
But you have not been looking for me
You have been preoccupied
With another
I comprehend quite well what that means
But I refuse to ever think
That loving you was an idea
That was no less than reality
And although I never told
You should have caught on
Because now I cannot deal with it
Because now I have decided to move on