The wind keeps changing all the time, and I just fall in line
I wait until I'm told slow down, she thinks that I'll be fine
I slow it down and play it cool, the looks I get are real
She seems surprised with meaning, and asks me what's the deal
I struggle with confusion, this war inside of me
I'm told to hold it back and then to let it free
Who the hell am I? to change from day to day
I know the reason why, it needs to go away
It causes me some hurt, I think I'm doing well
Then things get turned around, and then I go through hell
I feel I may be used, but I'm not mad at her
I know it's not her fault, the things she wants to hear
She wants to hear these things, it makes her heart all warm
It takes away the loneliness, and helps her through the storm
But what about my loneliness and what about my heart
It's played and messed around with, I may just have to part
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem