you treat me like i'm not even there
and you even wish i would get malled by a bear
you hold a very hard gruge
and when I do something
you actas if you was a juge
you wish i was dead
too stad me wile i'm in bed
and when we go out
you treat me in a way
but i still don't what all of this is about
but one thing you don't understand
its not easy to break me down
and you can shoot, hit, and kick
but i still wouldn't make a sound
and don't worry i'm not going to cry
i'm not going to even runaway
without saying bye
all i want to do is ask a question
all i want is just one suggestion
and how can i fright back
or even react
when i lack a reason
and as the seasons pass by
now you don't even say hi
and all i want is too ask why?
why do you treat me this way
and it hurts what you say
but its okay
i will stop asking this question
ONCE YOU GIVE ME ONE LITTLE SUGGESTOIN
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