What’s the point of being like that?
You’re never going to get anywhere with that act
You mean nothing to me
What the hell do you want me to be?
I’m glancing out my window,
Just to see that you were a no show
Once I did love you
But know I don’t know what to do
As I sit here wheeping from the fear,
Of knowing that you were never near
I realize that I'm better without you,
And you're better without me too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem