Im sick and tired of all your lies.
That you've told a million times.
Im standing on ice so thin.
A competion your sure to win.
And im tired of the games.
That we seem to always play.
Earning our own spot light.
Even when nothings right.
I guess the words life sucks is true.
When every thought starts with you.
Theres no right word nothing to explain.
The way I've given in to the master of pain.
I guess thats how this story ends.
In a world we all pretend.
Where our face is just a disguise.
Im sick and tired of all the lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem