Losing your love is killing me.
I'm going out of my tree.
I'm sad just about all of the time.
This is my punishment, for what crime?
Do you care that my heart is in pain?
My hopes are going down the drain.
Without your love, I'm a broken man.
I jogged and ran and ran,
But it did nothing to take you off of my mind.
Another love, I will never find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem