When I was young I gave you,
The keys to a young heart,
But now that I am older,
I realise the folly of my ways,
You're never there when I need you,
You treat me like a slave,
But now you've really gone too far,
And forced my locks to change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good lock is the best thing in life/love, I declare