I was too young
You were too old
How many times
Should we be told?
It wasn't right
It wasn't fair
I love you now
Don't they care?
They are worried
Don't they see
I am your only one
You really do love me.
It's too late
you have to go
I'll make them pay
quid pro quo, no?
I will leave too
Then they will see
They have to take you
If they want to have me.
Too bad it didn't work
You still had to leave
I will always think of you
Oh to still be so naive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be naive is to think the whole world revolves around you. The shock of realizing it doesn't is experience.