I was preoccupied, I lived within myself
that cannot be denied
yes I was hard to reach, I think you really tried
you truly did beseech
I had no spirit guide, I only had myself
and never satisfied
I cannot blame a soul, I guess I make excuse
I'm sorry on the whole
I see it as my fault, I needed a retreat
but it was all for naught
I lived within myself, and even now I do
a book upon a shelf
that's all I know to do, I hid within my shame
and love was never true
maybe you understand, I tried to love you too
it was not as I planned
I was preoccupied, I lived within myself
that cannot be denied
so bottled up inside, much too tightly wrapped
without a place to hide
yes I was hard to reach, I think you really tried
you truly did beseech
you were not to blame, you never had a chance
I always stayed the same
I had no spirit guide, I only had myself
and never satisfied
maybe you understand, I tried to love you too
it was not as I planned
I was preoccupied, I lived within myself
that cannot be denied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem