Psychotic Nerve Poem by Yan Lee
Psychotic Nerve
on this day
im mending on my own little way
just listening to my heart
to know where wud i start
i make believe that this is real
i make believe that this is a big deal
i make believe that this is a thrill
i make beleive that this cant make me ill
your memory keeps me hunting
even if i despised you wen ur coming
i dont want my self to keep on dreaming
coz every rule is hard breaking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 3:29:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
memory is treacherous kid.. hehe..