The lies that would have grown,
I saw them and I would have known,
I tried to stop the lies,
And now I'm left alone and I cry.
The person I love says she has nothing,
When she has me jealous I cling,
To the memories that once was true,
And now I'm left alone without you.
People who have nothing have something,
They have a person and time to sing,
I have nothing nobody, no time and nothing,
Because I lost my love, life and time.
Before I lost everything,
I saw the beauty in life that will sing,
But the memories are memories not life,
After all when you left me it cut like a knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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