If you are you and noone else
and noone else is you
then why do I get so confused
about the things you do?
If I am me and you can´t see
the one I want to be
I wonder why I feel so free
when you speak to me
If we were standing face to face
and we had nothing left to lose
then maybe we would never doubt
and we´d feel free to choose!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem