To all of you girls, who sit there in pain
Who gambled their life with nothing to gain,
Who opened the door, let the wrong guy in,
Whose only intention was destruction and sin
Who liked your picture, and gave you that high,
That you never came down from till he said goodbye,
But by then, it was done, and he needed no more,
You gave him the key and he walked through that door.
You thought he was great, looked good at a glance,
So good in fact, you gave more than a chance,
You gave him your all, and never looked back,
Kept your eyes on him and off of the attack,
The assault that took place at your front door,
When you forgave him 1 time,2 time,3 time,4
But it was never enough, it never came to an end,
Each time another scar that you can never mend.
Stop making this mistake, giving into the game,
You weren't meant to win, that's why it's always the same
Until you make the difference, you take a stand,
Pick yourself up, without the help of his hand
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I would like to translate this poem