Out the window, I stare
On a train bound for nowhere,
Trying to figure out why I was so scared
To entertain the notion that I loved you
And that perhaps you loved me, too.
I tried to kill my pain by having a few drinks,
But I'm still somewhat sober
And my life still stinks.
This could be a poem or a song.
But, what's the difference?
Cause my life's turned out all wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem