why does it always come to this
me on the verge of breaking
you're ready to give up
yesterday we were fine
maybe todays just bad luck
it always gets better
just after it gets worse
never staying the same
looking back at the good days
we're blind to the bad
i don't want to be like this
all the time
walking on egg shells
never knowing when i'm going to crack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem