And I thought you were perfect,
I finally felt worth it.
And then you let me down just like the rest.
I thought that it could work,
But then you went with that jerk;
And now I'm here again, writing love songs that you'll never hear me sing.
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When did it all come down,
Around your pretty head?
These days I groan aloud,
But no longer wish I'm dead.
You don't have that power,
To cut me quite as deep;
As you used to when my heart was yours,
Before you met that creep.
And I sing 'do you? '
Do you, remember, remember me the way I remember?
I remember you.
Can you recall, how I offered you my all?
Will I, will I ever learn from this?
Seems like no matter how I'm hurt,
The lesson never sticks.
Some say, some say,
That they understand this pain.
No way, No way,
Will I ever be the same.
Betrayed, betrayed.
Our hearts are walls.
Inflamed, inflamed.
Still you act as though you have no flaws.
(When did it hit you?)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the 4 writings. youre extremely relatable and im glad to see that youve hit the last, accepting step. You write incredibly well, sir =]