If I could just take a walk
Or even talk to someone else
I would fine, I think
That I'd feel so much better
If I only had a car
And some place to go
I could leave here
And escape for an hour
Two long days
Two long nights
I stay here
With you every other week
I don't really have to
But I do so
Out of consideration
For you
But my patience wears thin
As I write about you
Everyone can tell I'm sooo bored
Writing these boring things
I've got so many better things to do...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem