My body's bruised and my
Knees are scraped and weak
Even still, now I know
That won't bring you back to me
My cheeks are stained and my
Eyes are burning a hole so deep
Even still, now I know
That won't bring you back to me
My throat is scarred and my
Voice is aching from its pleas
Even still, now I know
That won't bring you back to me
My hand's cramped and my
Fingers feel as if they might bleed
Even still, now I know
That won't bring you back to me
My heart is shattering and my
Soul is dying slowly as we speak
Even still, now I know
There's nothing I can do to bring you back to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem