By myself, or all alone... It doesn't matter how this game is played
Me, myself or maybe I... Wouldn't matter unless you stayed
Thrown down, trampled on, and treated like dirt and dust
Left inside the open lake until I began to rust
So now I see that you are not the person I believed
But that means it'll be easier to leave you, so I am relieved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem