Its done and you've lost, look how much pride has cost.
There's no light, nothings right.
There's no stregenth left, no fight.
And I feel all you can not show me, I see through the fake and phoney.
You want to know me now? How?
You won't.
Fear is your voice, loanliness is a choice.
Keep smiling like its all so nice.
You're paying the price,
you'll keep paying the price.
It's done and you've lost look how much pride has cost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem