How would it be if it were me who didn’t love you?
What would happen what would you do?
What would you do to get me to love you like that?
But no matter what, I still treated you no better than a doormat,
Getting used over and over again, but to afraid to say anything
Because If I left you, you would feel like nothing
If it were me that said I don’t want you, would you cry
And to yourself constantly think why..?
If we were the opposite
What would happen? would you pursue or quit?
But this is something I will never be able to figure out
Its something I will have to just always wonder about
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem