Leave me out with the waste.
I don't belong here anymore.
This is not my place,
and this is the wrong time to give into you.
That's something I just don't want to do.
It's the wrong place
because you don't have what it takes,
and your lips no longer have the same taste.
This is just something that I just can't fake,
and this is something that I just can't feel.
You were the one that lied,
and I the one that died.
So, leave me out with the waste
because I'm too damaged to paste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear april, i love these two lines. You were the one that lied, and I the one that died.