We used to be so innocent
laughing all the time
we thought stealing hearts
was the perfect crime
but then we all grew up
learned life was not a game
these laughs would die out
things would never be the same
things change all the time
sometimes not for the good
people come and people go
i wish that you understood
You can't help me, i know
still alive but better dead
because secrets left untold
will mess with your head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem