Life seems to keep going by,
With me believing each and every lie,
Each time I look up in the sky,
Wishing that I could be able to fly,
I don't know why I even try,
Some days I wish I could just die,
Then life wouldn't be passing by,
And I wouldn't have to hear you lie,
I could just be up in the sky,
And I would be able to fly,
I could be happy and die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel the same way!