I tried to tell
don't involve yourself in my hell
you wonder why i'm a closed book
it's cos i fear your not ready to look
listen to my warning
it's as clear as a summer morning
as days grow brighter
your thoughts of me will grow lighter
leave me behind
i have to be this way
call it, cruel to be kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem