Another Saturday night sitting in the wind
Running so slow dont know where to begin
This night goes with out a grin
Walking alone no where to go
Usually Id be sittin with a bro
Gone crazy with words of woah
Lay on the coach watch tv
Anybody would be happy not to be me
Stuck in this house like I cant be freed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem