? ? ?
What I'm supposed to do with this?
Just tell me
What I'm I suppose to do with this?
A question mark
I'm sure you can do better than that
Damn I wrote poem about you
Damn I wrote a book about you
I wrote enough
Although it was tough
All because of the believe I had
Because you were all I had
So tell me what I'm supposed to do with this
I mean just this
? ? ? ?
It's question mark
Yet I left a mark
Not just any mark
But a good one
What I'm I suppose to do with this
Just give me a reason
So I can face this season
I'm waiting on you to give the answer
Part of me knows you can't
Because there is no reason
Again what I'm I suppose to do with this
Wasn't our love worth more?
Wasn't I worth more?
Lord knows I don't forbid you to go
And I will let you go
Cause if we not meant to be
I will let you be
If you were able to alter words of love
And that of hate
Just as we reach the finish line
You suddenly ran out of words
Maybe that cause you know it was not supposed to end like this
Say something
Speak up
So we can know better
And be wiser
So tell me why is there a question mark? ? ?
I don't want your question mark
Cause what I'm I suppose to do with it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem