Bad little boy.
Still treating me like your toy.
You keep sucking the joy,
You are destined to annoy.
Bad bad bad
You make me sad
You're so hard to get to
You're so closed. I can't get through.
What on earth happened to you.
I'm sick of hurting to make you grin
I'm starting to wonder if your way is a sin.
I thought that when this was first to begin.
I'm done because I can't win.
I don't want to beat you.
I don't want to cheat you.
But I don't want to love you
If it hurts this bad.
You treated me low, you treated me small.
And to make me stay you'd charm me.
I'm not your doll.
This is your fault.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem