Face the facts
You ain't real like that
You expect me to trust you in your lies
You better be wise
Respect me and yourself
Don't trust nobody else
You yell at me with anger and fear
But is it hard to finally hear
Changing me throughout life
When you cut me like a knife
Everyday we hang out and chill
Why me must you kill
There's a time where we must go
When we don't even know
Figure out whats wrong with me
Until you find your personality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem