I hear your words, words of hate.
What have i done? We used to be so great.
You treat me like muck on your shoe,
I try my best, I've stood by you.
I think i deserve better, a bit of respect,
But why can't I leave? I can get better yet.
Arguing is all we ever seem to do,
When it comes to love you havent got a clue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem