The story always changes,
Who was right, who was wrong
I never know the truth,
You never come clean
You say 'Sorry something happened'
But again, the story changes.
I wait, knowing what is to come
But still, I hope
You never show.
I call, you say something happened
Later, something came up
Your story always changes.
When will you stop
Your such a witch
Why do I bother hoping
When I seem to mean noting to you
What do I have to do to make you love me?
To stop the story from changing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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