Whyd i go and do this to myself
should have known it wouldnt be a clean cut
and now the razors back on the shelf
my soul twisted back into a rut
Don't let your mind wonder
this is only a metaphore
more feelings betrayed
if they were, they are no more
Fun for the first moments
but when arent emotions involved
I'll let this one remain tense
we were never meant to be solved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem