I think i'm a bad person.
I think i'm leading him on
i think i'm a bad person
because i'm still going on.
There's no fireworks in me
like there seems to be in you.
I don't want to tell you.
and i'm sorry.
But sometimes...
at the end of the week,
when the day was long and bleak
i get to see you
and you lift my self esteem.
you remember when we met (which was 4 years ago)
you remember every moment.
but i don't feel it
but i'm still letting you fall.
So i'm pretty sure i'm a bad person.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem