I give up.
I give in.
My temper sensitivity has risen.
And so has the seriousness of my mood.
I don't want to talk to you.
I don't want to remember you.
It seems we can't live together.
It seems we can't live apart.
To you i'll sacrifice my heart.
For you i'll donate my life.
You should be knowing that
You should be appreciating that
When will you come back to me, i wait
Then you will not come so late, i wish
There still is time
There still is hope
We have already swapped roles.
I'm now scared we've already exchanged moulds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem