As I lay dying
I want you to say the truth
'cause you're always lying
As I lay dying
you were at my side
the whole night
and you're always crying
As I lay dying
you asked me why
I want to die
in my last breath
I'm near the death
I said because you're always lying
yes..when we are in our last breath..we remember only the things that are really keen on our mind! Great job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hate liers. It's really a nice work. I'd be glad if you read my poem, Honesty Flies