i dont like painful memories, or thinkin hard
cuz they always find me and break me down.
i dont like sittin alone on a saturday night,
cuz when it happens it breaks me down.
i dont like runnin barefoot in the cold,
cuz when i do it, it breaks me down.
i dont like not seein the faces of my loved ones,
cuz i know they hate it too, it breaks us down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem