101806 rum…
Depressed,3 nights,3 days
Oh, what a f****ng sober
How I made myself suffer
Without anything for cover..
Myself have flown away
How much you’ve made me under
3 f******g days I suffered
3 f******g nights I sobbed
doesn’t make any sense to you!
hate me!
All the way you want it to be
Hate me!
If that makes you happy
Hate me, hate me, all the way
I don’t fu***ng care
The way you don’t even care…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem