God won't get me out of this mess
would only cause us more distress
the magic has gone and won't come back
we have to split so to get on track.
Chorus.
I swear it will not work
I swear it's gone beserk
maybe I've asked too much
knowing I'm out of touch
when have you running scared
in which I'm not prepared.
I watched you from my front window
walk away to a black limo
our love I remember very well
a sacred oath until the last bell.
Repeat chorus.
No rewind button just fast forward
sitting in the same seat tortured
knowing the change would split the weight
peeling back the cover would be fate.
Repeat chorus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem