We are both drained trying to keep what we once had.
It's starting to become a job and that's too bad.
Love isn't always easy, but there comes a point when you have to know when to let go.
The longer we stay in this lie, the harder it will be to fly.
I'm sorry for letting it drag.
Please put all your sorrows in this bag.
Swing it around over you head, and throw it under that moving moped.
I will always love you with all my heart, but I think it's time we broke apart.
I'm sorry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem