Isn't it just peachy, so conventional
That you would raise my hopes up
Only to smash them again upon my intense
Fear of rejection
Don't lie to me, trying to tell me
That the way you ravage my sanity is purely an accident
You want to lead me on and blow me off
You want to hurt me, maybe even more
Than I'd like to hurt myself sometimes
But the ending's the same, never releasing
What once included everything
I had ever wanted
Can't complain, only look at
The oppurtunity before me
That I will surely miss again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem