Old Year

No, he wasn't violent, no No, he wasn't very strong No, he didn't move his hands No, he wasn't older, no, I wouldn't say he was young No, he wasn't quiet No, he wasn't made for pain No, he didn't turn around Laughing in the morning rain No, he didn't have brown eyes No, he didn't have brown head, I know No, he wasn't patient, timely No, he wasn't broken, no, he wasn't whole No, he wasn't honest No, he never had to lie No, he wasn't angry at me No, he never told me why I was nothing, no Why are we talking about it I was nothing, no Why are we talking about it I was nothing, no I don't wanna keep talking about it