In a strange mood tonight,
nothing feels quite right.
It's not a new feeling for me,
it happens too often actually.
I don't know what's to blame,
when I feel everything is lame,
maybe I'm tired of waiting for you,
could be the things you've done too.
Either way, this has to come to an end.
Are we more, or forever just friends?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem