I dont know how to love you
But I cant just walk away
We all pay the price
For the things we dont say
One more chance to feel alive
And one more chance to whind up dead
One more chance to climb so high
And one more chance to bust my head
One more chance to get on top
And one more chance to make a change
One more chance to shift the gears
And one more chance to dry my tears
One more chance to even the blame
Cus Im not gunna play your game
For all the fortune and fame
Im not gunna play that game
No Im not playing your game
I think Im going Insaine! ! !
the third and the fourth line... Those are among the best I have read in quite some time... We all pay the price For the things we do not say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Sad Truth. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks