Im dead to you, Im dead to you
Cos everything I do seems to irritate you
You've cut me off you've cut me out
I might as well not exist, you shut me out
You wont talk to me about you and me
If I try to bring it up, you stare at me
I dont know what to do I dont know what to say
Cos everything I try pushes you further away
If I do nothing at all, it sits stagnantly
Growing into an uncontrollable resentment tree
The branches get longer the roots go deeper
One of these day It will be a vicious hate maker
Thats when you will turn to me
And blast me with all your pent up energy
After you've unleashed all that rage at me
and had time to calm down considerably
You'll either realise you still love me
Or tell me to go and be rid of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem