I hated to think about it
Going, staying and being there
It seemed like it would never end
It wasnt fair
If I had known then what i know now
I really dont know wut to say
Oh, how things would've been different
In every possible way
However, I could not know wut I know now if i had known it before
I wouldnt feel this way
Hurt this way
Yearn this way
Scream this way
I wouldnt love this way
I couldnt know to save this day
Its true wut they say
You dont know wut you've got till its gone
I hate to think about it
Going and staying
Then
Leaving there
I cant believe it has to end
This isn't fair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem