Lies,
aren't working like they should,
but the truth hurts too much,
Since the one I love left for good.
The touch,
of someone I don't know,
doesn't seem to mean as much,
Since you're still the one I want to show
My love to,
Even though you said,
even though you said,
even though you said,
You Never Really Loved Me
No, You just 'thought you did.'
But lies,
Are all I've got left to give,
Since You took my love, since you took my life,
Lies,
are all you left me with.
So, let's see if I can do this as well as you:
Oh I,
Never wished
That you,
Would pick up the phone and call.
No I,
Never missed
You,
Since you left me alone at all.
And Everything, everything, ever y thing...
Is Okay.
And I,
Never cry
for You
...Ever y day.
And I'm not su ici dal
No, I'm Not su i ci dal!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a fancy grief i read in this poem. so quite penned. everyone can easily feel it. that`s ur goal for sure. one more time someone told the eternal truth that lies aren`t working, but in reserved way, reading which we can feel it`s going to explode