Am I making the right moves
It doesn't feel like I am
Am I f***ing up when I choose
Because I am not like them
It seems like I'm always the one to lose
No matter how hard I try
It feels like I have the most to prove
And I'm battling love and lies
In a war that I cannot survive
On the day that I die
Will I be able to tell you goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a melancholic blend all through the poem...