Sometimes the words you spit at me sink further than anchors do at sea
It wasn't so bad until I saw you with her,
As you kissed her with those words that were meant for me.
Oh, a line of girls kissing at your feet.
It's always the good girl left to bleed
It's always the good girl left to bleed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem