god this hurt
god its pain
seeing you with her and not me
watching you flote away
but i can not say
anything
no nothing
cuz then you will go faster into her arms not mine
your like a ballon drifting througt the wind landing in so many places and not knowing whos is next for a while you were mine and now your not
you used to pick me up hold me bring me down and kiss my lips
now you want her what dose she have that i dont whats is it is it that im not perfect to u
or cause im moody
or cause im getting fatter or how about im a mom
and your a dad yes we are younge and its hard but dont let my lil gril pay for this nate
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear Melodi, The feel of pain is visible. thanks!