If I told you that I missed you
Would you think about coming home?
I can’t live like this anymore
So separate from the world, I’m so alone
It’s my fault that we don’t talk now
And every day I hate myself for it
I want the feeling to go away; it’s like
I’m lying on a train track, waiting for death to hit
I know it’s my fault that my heart aches
That mistake lies on my shoulders
I should be stoned for what I did
But instead of throwing stones, throw boulders
I can’t bare to live this way forever
Wish I could tell you how sorry I feel
I drove you away with my crazy accusations
And I know for sure that they weren’t real
Please listen to what I’m saying now
Just listen to my words
I take back what I said before
And I swear to gee it hurts
I need to feel your hand in mine
Please pick up the phone
Our pictures are the only things keeping me sane
I’m sick of being all alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem