Don't cry to me,
You don't love me,
You think you're special, like you have the power to control me,
It's too late to change now,
You made up my mind when you pretended to care,
Laughed inside at the secrets you made me share,
I gave you a chance, and a thousand more,
And everytime you cut me to the core.
I've moved on now, and left you behind,
Overcame your power,
And now you will sit and think of me, hour after hour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
don't be so hard on him another chance is always good.