she's so used to being this
something he loves to look at
we all want what we can't have
suddenly she's tired of this
why can't he say I love you
and make it something to live up to
she doesn't want to do this
she's so happy on the outside
unsure of what is inside
what will it take to eliminate this
never straying from where she's been
she needs to live without him
tell me, don't you find
it's getting harder to hide
what is inside
you need to understand
that it is going to end
love doesn't bend
it breaks
and it's harder to hide
covered by the only thing he sees
what is there and held by envy
what we all want to be
there's nothing she could ever say
to make him go beyond it
to him it's all that she is
tell me, don't you find
it's getting harder to hide
what is inside
you need to understand
that it is going to end
love doesn't bend
it breaks
and it's harder to hide
it's nothing we can change
nothing we can capture with our innocence
it's in a whole different direction
no room for vengeance
and it's nothing we can make better
nothing we can mend with our forgetfulness
it's a whole other story
it will only make you love him less
tell me, don't you find
it's getting harder to hide
what is inside
you need to understand
that it is going to end
love doesn't bend
it breaks
and it's harder to hide
she's so used to being this
nothing that he can't miss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem