How does it matter
what path i choose
ive know all along
ive got nothing to lose
despite all the tears
and the kleenex i use
i keep pushing on
ive got nothing to lose
each memory still with me
like mental tatoos
yet the ink never dries
ive got nothing to lose
i ignore the all the pain
though my body may bruise
because other than love
ive got nothing to lose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem