I don't know what to think
I don't know where to go
I don't know which to drink
Though I hear the river's flow
Am I at the bottom now
Or am I at the top?
I don't even know what to write
But somehow I can't stop.
What to do?
What to say?
I feel like I
Can never pay
The debt I owe
To you is too great
You're the opposite of me
Practically a saint
I can never match up
I can never compare
All I can do
Is sit here and stare
Stare at the ground
Stare at the sky
No matter where I look
I still seem to meet your eyes
What I see there is perfect
And bitter and torn
Sometimes you're fantastic
Sometimes you're forlorn
And yet I still love you
Still pay the price
My love for you dear
Has put me in ice
Can I break free?
Am I even trapped?
Do you love me?
My heart has to ask
This ice over me
Is breaking my heart
Will I break free
Or have I played my part?
That one day of gladness
Is it really enough?
I'm full of sadness
Call my bluff?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem