Summer Blues, sad and lonely, hot and heavy no one to talk to.
Alone in the sun and not having fun.feel like you have the world on your shoulders but you have to get out and play but you fill like clay inside.
No one to talk to who can you run to? No one but yourself.
That's all you have is just summer blues.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem