Today, I realized, I didn't love you, anymore
Each passing minute, I'm longing for the door
Misery and unhappiness, is all we have between us
Putting ourselves through more, is so unjust
We tried so hard to make it work out
Now, our hearts have nothing left, but doubt
Fighting over every small thing, day and night
Has forced me, to up and take flight
I'll be the 'Bad Guy' while you're grieving
Pack up my stuff and do the leaving
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem