Many times you seem to be worried about the fact that you are not loved.
But is this the way it should be?
You spend many hours trying to look your best, but he can't see.
You've been going out with him for more than one summer
Ask him right now, what's my favorite color
You think you are inlove with the one you call your boo
Look through the mirror, does your 'boo' love you
You are a queen, you're deserve to be treated like one
Good girl, bad girl, I dont care
Truth is truth
Fair is fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem