I've come to the end of my rope
I've fallen and I was completely hurt
I'm glad that I'm free from your fangs..
but it left a deep wound and it was bleeding
It pains me to walk away and turn my back on you.
but it was the best thing that I could do
All the memories we have we're just remnants of the past
For we are both strangers now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem