Sun shining…
I’m lying.
I can’t stand this weather.
While the sun might shine each day,
Nothing’s ever gonna get better;
Nothing’s ever gonna be the same.
Sun shining…
I’m lying.
Lying to your face;
Lying on the ground
Face down
On my face.
(I just tripped on a shoelace) .
Sometimes, I can’t stand this place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem