Every time you look at me
I feel as if I'm dieing
You never paid any attention to me
You told her that you loved her
And I never heard those words leave your lips for me
So know I'll sit here and write about it
So that later you can go behind my back and read all this stuff, all these emotions, and then you will yell at me about it, because you don't care that this is really what I feel
So I'll still here patiently and wait for the day that you'll understand me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem