Im crossing my fingers,
behind my back,
and telling you honestly,
that i dont care about you,
that i wasn't hurt,
when you stopped talking to me,
that i didn't love you,
even though i said so
Im crossing my fingers,
behind my back,
and telling you honestly,
that i don't love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice.. i guess im not the only one doing that. very nice. but i think sometimes..its better to tell the truth then lie. and then again.. easier said then done.