I guess there's no use in talking
when everyone here wants to fight,
I see you running away from me
as the darkness consumes all our light.
I thought there'd be nothing to separate
nothing to keep me from walking on air,
I thought those words meant something more
but then again I guess there's no reason to care.
I hoped freedom would be better than
tubs of ice cream and crying at night,
but I guess there's no use in talking
when all you want is to fight.
I wished for your love to be changing
so I'd turn into something better than me
and now I'm stuck in the same skin
but I suppose there's worse things to be.
I guess there's no use in talking now
since everyone here is aching to fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem