What about me? ?
It’s all about you,
I’m all black and blue,
Tears roll down my face,
You don’t care.
I have hit the ground,
It’s because your not around.
Leave the washing to hang,
Leave the clothes to dry,
You can’t say I didn’t try! !
Out the back and through the front,
Outta my life too.
This is my route,
This is my rhyme,
This is where I finish my decline.
This is a breakaway from you,
This was my fall,
This is where I stand tall,
Saints and sinners are all alike,
Just like the angel and the devil play at the cross roads at night.
I pray with all my might,
That I will find,
My way into the light,
For me I have finished this fight.
Time to pass,
Time to fly,
Time to say goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem