What am I supposed to do
When I'm here without you
Why don't you know
That without you, I'm so low
The skin in my face is dry
Beacause everynight I do cry
It can be read in my tear
That you're in my mind everyday of the year
And every day in my life
I'm afraid that you made friends with the knife
That your life will be over soon
And in the light of the moon
Mine to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one the best my favorite i felt like this before