It was always you
Probably nothing new
She didn't fit the plan
Guess you're just that kind of man
It wasn't much at all
To ask you to call
But that ruined your time
So I guess it was out of line
And when she stood by
You were hung over from last night
And when she was breaking down
You weren't there to help her out
See her filled with tears
And consumed with her worst fears
Because while she cared
You were never there
Your apology won't pass
This chance was your last
Just quietly get up and leave
Let her finally be happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem