I have given you chance after chance;
but every time you do something that makes us has to start all over again.
Well there are no more chances.
The game is over and I am through.
I am sick of running in this maze always trying to find may way back to you.
Because each time I try I seem to lose a little bit of myself;
and before I lose all of me I have let you go and move on to someone else.
So for my own sake I am taking this stance.
We are through forever.
I will no longer give you chance after chance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem