I see the way you look at her
It’s not the same as me
It’s starting to make a stir
If you could only see
What does she have?
you don’t think I know
What does she have?
That was a blow
She’s has you wrapped
you don’t even know
Between us theirs a gap
Now that was really low
I’m cool with that
I don’t really care
Stepping on me like a mat
your a really good pair
There’s no happy ending
This is all
There’s really no mending
This is the fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem