you had your chance
you had your turn
but you waited too long
and thats not my fault
now im gone tears run dry
are you crying for me
or are you crying for her
its you that makes me feel like im in a well
and its you that feeds me pills under my skin
and its you that ties me down when im up
and its you that shows me where i belong
you put me on trial
you said i was blind
how could i have known
between right and wrong
now im here arms around you
willing to say you must go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good I can relate beautiful writing