Do I love you-yes! To me it's quite clear
But to you it's not because you don't hear
My laughter, my crying, my pain or happiness
You don't hear any of it and you won't hear the rest
So here you are outside my window trying to say sorry
I feel compelled that maybe I should worry
I think that maybe I should try this again to see if it might work
But I really can't bring myself to because I think you are a jerk
So I'm not sure if I want to try again at our silly romance
Because trying again would mean giving you a second chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem