tell me where this is going
were in a car finding a path to lead
were trying to go somewhere
to finially feel something
something that is real to you
something that is real to me
tell me where this is going
because your not makeing any sense to me
your saying all these things to me
yet its not comeing out your mouth
i thought we were on this ride
to figure out where we wanted to go
with this life
and where to go with me
but now you've given up, you have
let go of this wheel
tell me where this is going
because your now dead, and you left
me here to bleed,
im left with unanswered questions
and all these wounds you created
your dead cold body is lying right next to me
the only thing alive about you now is all your memories
but from the way you left things
im sorry to say it, but it all looks ugly to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem