You just told me to get over it
(What ever)
Said you've spent enough time
Feeling bad for my
Being displaced and misplaced
You think I'm trying to make you feel bad
(I am, by the way)
The thing is;
I can't get over it...
And you haven't spent enough time
'Cause I'm still hurting
And you're still living
Until one of those changes
Things will remain
Displaced
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OMG I absolutely adore this! ! ! I'm not even kidding I think I'm going to cry because this is EXACTLY what my best friend is going through right now and it hurts me to watch her go through and.... I've got to show her this. Rach