(Not sure) what's in store
I can't ask you for any more
Knowing that I'm in too deep
Nothing's been spoken,
Just wannabe something,
And my heart is finally been beat.
Feeling is paining,
Sickened of being the man alone in the busiest room in the entire crowd,
But I'm not the one you want me to be
Yet I know that my sighing is the loudest sound
I'm not burley
Soul is dirty
That's the one girl I used to adore
Always last in line
Life is so unkind
Yet I can't stop feeling sore
(Yeah)
She's always flirting
Life is always giving strains
I'm always likely to be the lonely man in the crowds
But I'm not the one you want me to be
Yet I know that my sighing is the loudest sound
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, naaaa
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, naaa
But I'm not the one you want me to be
But I'm not the one you want me to be
But I'm not the one you want me to be
Yet I know that my sighing is the loudest sound
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, naaa
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na naaa
But I'm not the one you want me to be
(Not the one you want me to be)
But I'm not the one you want me to be
(Not the one you want me to be)
But I'm not the one you want me to be
Yet I know that my crying is the loudest sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem