I sit to write about my thoughts and i just began to say how i feel
about our sitution because its making me ill
Sick to my soul to think i was gonna settle for your kind of love
I must been crazy because i know my kind of love
I was looking for love beneath my meaning
So yes i'm the reason i'll be leaving
You were misleading, a little deceiving, believing that we were meant to be.
Thats what i thought, Influenced by other people thoughts
Can't keep it on my brain thats why i talk..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some are ment to be--