You lied to me each morning,
Your heart is like a stone;
And you don’t want forgiveness,
So now you’re free to roam.
I wanted love to find me,
I didn’t find with you.
So you can roam each morning,
You’re nothing more to me.
If you can’t make me happy,
I’ll say goodbye to you;
And you can lie each morning,
But it won’t be to me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem