You know that you stabbed a knife in my back
One too many times
You knew what I had been through
But you did it anyway
When you texted me telling me
You’d be over Saturday
And Saturday night came around
And you still hadn’t come
I knew that it was like every other time
I knew that it was like last weekend
All over again and I knew that it would happen
Because that’s what you do
You drown yourself in lie after lie
Until you have to lie to get yourself
Out of the lie you told before
So I would like to tell you something
You can either keep telling lies
Or you can be a man and tell me
How you really feel because after all
I really do deserve the truth from you
Or at least that’s how I feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem