Do you think i appreciate you treating me like that?
No, I don't at all?
I'm sick of been took for granted, sick of been used.
Is this the time you're gonna let me fall?
My heart's breaking slowly, but you don't care.
I can tell, looking in your eyes.
It's just an empty stare!
What have i done, but just loved you?
Even though the candle has flickered near.
I'll always hold you dear.
But i'm so sick of been used
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem