When all of my troubles are getting to me,
and your sarcastic ways make you blind (or not see)
I can use your support, never -mind let it be.
If it's nothing to you, then it's nothing to me
We have a house, we have a yard
the bills for these are all your card
you are from Venus and I, from Mars.
Is it nothing to you? I sure thought it should be
All the things that' we should have'
are haunting still, not good - not bad
the time they steal is oh-so-sad
If you don't care, should I be mad?
A relationship that's in a bog,
my truck is kind, and so is my dog
a speck of dust, a bump on a log
Am I nothing to you? A provider? let's see.
Those close to you need help, OK
I might need some help too, someday,
Is it ever here? no, not today.
Should I care? it goes on forever.
Pack a bag, stick out my thumb.
The liquor store, a fifth of rum?
A hobo camp? the jury's hung.
I wish it meant something to you,
time shows it does not; it's untrue.
But I guess if it's nothing to you.
It's nothing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem