You like to play with my heart
its like you keep ripping it out and putting it back
my heart is here on a string
dangling and i keep letting it blead
ill just stand here and cry
waiting is the heard part
i know i cant get over you
i know that i hate you to
y cant i accept the fact we just cant be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem