Drive me to the park,
left alone in the wooded dark,
you’re so far behind in my mirror,
you’re so far from being my hero
in time, thing’s change,
but you’ll never be what I need,
so give into me, and slowly bleed
My life, comes undone,
I hope you know you’re not the one,
who suffocates me,
I, know what it’s like,
as your faith begins to die,
don’t be shy,
so watch over me, compassionately
So now,
will I know the end,
or will the story bend,
just give me a clue,
so I know what to give into,
and tell the one’s I love goodbye,
and tell my mother not to cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem