I’m sick of being your fool
Time after time you wrap me round your finger
Every time I ask myself why do I let that happen?
Why do I still care for you?
Why do I want to be your friend?
Can’t figure what it is
I just don’t understand
You’ve got me all confused
Can’t figure what it is…
an honest poem which you shall in the end find an answer to from deep within your own heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an arrangement of thoughts in a piece of prose. It appears sincere, still, it is unattended.