You used to be that boy
Who filled my life with joy
And being with him was the most thing I enjoy
As he didn’t treat my heart as a toy
Then you became a person I don’t know
And about love he says no
His personality was great
But now his heart is full of hate
And he always says sorry too late
Now you would lay
And think about that day
That day when you came for me
That day
When you didn’t find my heart there
But all I have to say
I have already seen the other side of you
And I don’t see that boy anymore
As he is dead to me
And dead people don’t live again
They just don’t
So my answer for you is
You used to be that boy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem