I regret every lie I ever told
To even try talking to you is pretty bold
But this is getting old
We were friends but you grew cold
I cant loosen your hold
Why cant you just let go
They tell me everything you say and all of your hate
But I dont want to play this game
You pick on me to gain fame
That fame is gained in vane
And thats pretty low
How far are you willing to go
Now theres this big hole
You cornered me with no were to go
No way to turn
You tell everyone that Im gonna get burned
Im gonna take the fall
I see you and your friends making fun of me from down the hall
I hate it all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem