you say you care
that you'll always be there
that if I die
you will cry
but that's not the truth
it's a lie
you can tell me that
yes
you can try
but I know you like
to see me cry
and that you would love
to watch me die
you like my pain
just as I love the rain
it makes you happy
it makes you glad
when I'm crying
or steaming mad
but I don't care...because when I die
I will be sure to make YOU cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem