We have our good times, without tossing any dimes.
Then we have our bad times, always creating fun/bad, crimes.
Do you ever really see me? Or do you just see me as new company?
Do you like cats, rats, bats, animals? ? ? Or are you happily a canible?
This will be the end, and we will never get the chance to make emends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem