I'm sick and full of burning.
My heart's been ripped out of my chest.
And though I am still standing,
My soul's been laid to rest.
And though my stomach's churning,
You will never see that I'm nervous.
I don't want you worrying about me,
'Cause it's obvious you don't really care.
I want a guy who will always be there.
And when i fake a smile and tell him I'm fine...
I want him to call my bluff then hold me and say 'It's ok to cry.'
I want the perfect guy...
And at once i thought i had...
But nobody is perfect.
And i can finally see,
That I'll never find a guy who really understands me...
Who loves me for me...
But oh, I'm sick and full of burning......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ashley no one is perfect we all have our little bad points, when the true thing happens we learn to love and live with them 10 Daniel Keep the work going life is full of things to write about Daniel