when we were three we'd
play and run.
When we were three....
We were whole.
Now we cut, smoke,
and drink till we caint drink
no more.
I dont know you any more....
I dont even know me any more.
Maybe we can get through
this togeather and we wont
be emo we will be whole
once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem