Everyday you play the music
But the sound was almost the same
You read all the lyrics
But you can’t get the meaning.
Still can’t forget
Like how it hurts you all
Keeping you heart in pain
Saying,
“hey pity loser!
Whatever you do
Still you are, as always”
You wanna have what you don’t have
Like you wanna live with a thousand lovers
Have happiness and satisfaction
But,
You’re not enough.
Still, you always play the music
But the sound, always the same
So tired finding what it means
But the lyrics is not enough..
10/13/02
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem