Let this be the last time you fall away,
and sink so low you can't breath.
Just rest your head on my shoulder,
and finally we'll just leave.
Cuz this isnt right; this isnt fair,
You're pained and suffering; choking on air,
You throw your punches, but you're the one who's bruised,
I can't let them do that to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem