I never ask too much
Just always do what you feel,
After you thought it through of course...
Is there a person here that's real?
I would have loved to be insane
That way you know your feelings
Are as inconsistent as this pain
I feel right now, and I don't feel the gain
Mad as a hatter I will be
And love won't bother,
Death won't make me grief
We do not care for one another...
Should I let it live?
Or will it die?
Will I...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem