The colors faded
From that pretty face of hers
Faking smiles
Was harder and harder
It's like the worse she felt
That happier she pretended to be
Seemed like everything she thought she had
Didn't mean a thing
Imagine if the one you love
Is in the arms of someone else
But how was he suppose to know
That she was going through hell
And she was slowly dying
Watching them as she walked by
And as she walked away
She looked into his eyes
How was she suppose to
Let someone else in
When every time she tried
She was only wishing it were him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem