Pour your little heart out to me and tell me everything that has put you in distress. I know things are difficult and you feel depressed, so your thoughts are hard to express. People have left your life so your sadness is something you find hard to confess, but for you? I'll always be there nonetheless. You tell me not to help you progress, you think I'll loose myself in your so called 'mess'. If losing myself in your 'mess' means you'll be happy... I'll lose myself in it over and over again until we reach success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem