What is it with you what is it to me that you do
I tell you if i knew id do it straight back to you
You dont ever call me do you know that i exist
i realise that i hurt you and i am the last one on your list
But hurting you was the worst thing i have ever done
and without you i do nothing i never have any fun
I know it was me i am to blame
and played stupid mind games
My life goes on but not the same
into my eyes your face remains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem