The cold hard truth behind burnt eyes
What happened to the fun inside?
When you left it burnt out
Nothing left but steam
''''Our love was never mainstream
All we ever did was cry and scream
Reduced to my anger
I turned to a stranger
''''And now your gone
My motivation for this song
I finally caught up
To make you pay for that day when you left
I thought for a start
''''I'll put the knife through your heart
Striking these blows letting no one know
The quilt has not shown
The perfect crime never to be known
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem