While you sleep
i have room to think
and take a drink
wondering why i was so mad
it makes me kind of sad
because i love you
and you love me too
but i am scared that you will run
wait for the sun
if you dont find it where will you go
maybe insane
Like Edgar Allen Poe
or a hoe Named Joe
or my grandpa fred
or a buttered peice of bread
pass me a lie
and a reason to cry
or one less reason to die
as i let out a bored sigh
oh my!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem