All of my friends disagree with me.
Yeah, we don't think the same way. (Well, sometimes, we don't.)
It may sound crazy, and hard to believe,
but this thought of mine is gonna stay.
It's hard to talk to people these days.
Maybe because I'm so shy,
but baby, with you, I laugh so hard,
I just cry.
Now, let me tell you somethin' else,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem