You know you love me. As much as it kills you inside to admit it, you still love me. Why else would you always be talking about me? Why else would you still be stressing over me? Crying over me? You know it's true. You tried moving on and forgetting about me, but you can't. You can't forget about me. Who are you trying to fool?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem