Some make it real hard
To not care about them and
Some make it real easy
To those I will miss
I will, to those I would have
It is all your fault
You know your value
To those around you when your
Phone no longer rings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved your poem! its really good you can check out mine too! some are lyrics that most people might want so i put them on there but if you get a chance check me out love always (not like that) Pete Wentz' Babe (Star is my real name)