Yes, it's just another day
Of a failing moment to turn away
With one favorite song
That won't go down for long.
I'm tired of this pain.
I've got more to gain.
I'm wasting time
Singing this crime
Of joy for hate.
As my heart aches,
It slowly shatters and breaks
Into somany pieces
That I can see myself behind me.
So die off and drown
Because I'm not making a sound
For someone who sleeps.
I have my own soul to keep.
Alone with the setting sun,
I'm two trned into one.
This memory sticks like a stain,
As I move along with complaints and remains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem