Should of known, from the start.
It would end with a break in my heart.
The situations, were not our fault.
Now all I have is a test stripe put away in a vault.
The time to pretend has come to an end.
Blinded myself with hope, thinking we could start again.
I'm not very good at letting go.
But I'm living a lie, its time to end the show.
Don't hold my heart, it's just gonna bleed.
Besides you already have, everything you need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem