I’m here but I’m not home
I’m here but I’m all alone
Been putting up with all yo mess
And I know I’m too young for all this stress
Every time you come home its something new
I’m so sick of this mess, I’m just through
You keep telling a whole bunch of lies
But I hope you don’t think you making me cry
Ima live through all this
Cause Karma is a trick
What goes around comes around
What goes up must come down
So since you think you high and mighty now
Wait til tomorrow, when I’m wearing the crown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wrote nicely good ryme to it i like