Falling for the no good is what I seem to do
It all comes so naturally
Like crazy voodoo
I push, kick and scream for you to go away
Yet you take it and enjoy it and take a seat and stay
Tell me Mr. Voodoo
What should I do?
Since all I seem to do is fall for you
It seems it’d be simple
I know
It used to be
But what you don’t see
Is as soon as I fall
Your back is all I’ll see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem