all of those guys
useing me
useing my heart
till they find some one better
they tell me that they think that i am the best
think i am there world
make me blieve all of the sweet stuff they put in my mind
then they find a dif. girl and sweep her off of her feet
and land me on my heart
breakin it
all guys do the same
remembering the guys
remembering the things that they did
still kill me to day
and then that happeneds
i am standing in the rain
holdin the pieces of my heart
and lookin at that guy and that new girl
in the sunny sun
happy as they can be
and i am in the
wet cold ran
sad as can be
and evey day
i wish
i dream
that there will be a guy out there that wants to sick around
and not walk away
a guy out there that dont want to break my heart
but love my brokin heart
and try to find all of the missing pieaces of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem