You don’t want to believe… that’s great
You prefer to deny the truth; you refuse to wait
When I tell you the truth I’m the enemy
And the liar becomes your mate
You chose to believe him; you chose to take the bait
It’s about trust not destiny or the will of a certain fate
You like to lie or to be lied to…I don't
Just tell me the truth and, please, don't
Put the blame on my critical state
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem