Who sees the anger
Who sees the pain
Who sees the tears
That lies inside of me
Who sees the atempts to do what's right
Who sees the longing to be who I once was
Who sees the wanting
To be who you want me to be
Who sees the girl
Who's tired of thinking
Who sees the girl
Who's tired of being
Who sees the girl
Who's dying inside of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem