Sometimes i feel like i'm standing still
Sometimes i feel like nothing is real
Most nights i cry myself to sleep
As i listen to the sounds of ' A Guitar Gentley Weeps'
The look of resentment, the look of disgust
Prevents me from believing in any kind of trust
I sit by the mirror for hours and constantly stare
trying to search for myself, theres nobody there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem