It'd be nice to love again
but when I see you all I feel is nervous
It seems I can't win
Always a swing and a miss
You break my heart with the prick of a pin
I don't know how to play your game
and if I did, I couldn't win
I'm always the one you blame
It'd be nice if you could love me
If you remembered my name
I didn't believe you, it couldn't be
Too true to be good and I'm to blame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem