I hate listening to songs
That I listened to back then
Back when I thought I was about to win
But now I listen to them alone
Sitting, waiting by the phone
That won t ever ring for me
These songs are little reminders
Of a time when things were so well
But these thoughts always dwell
It s a waste of time
Thinking of them, who used to be mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem