Where do I start?
When do I begin?
How can I tell you,
That this is the end
An end to the pain
An end to that sorrow,
How can I tell you that
I won't be here with you tomorrow
You hurt me once
You hurt me twice
I won't stay here and let you
Hurt me thrice
My will is too strong
My thoughts too wise
Body too sacred and
I'm so sick of your lies
You swear on this
And you swear on that
You lie through your face
And that is a matter of fact
You hurt me once
You hurt me twice
I won't stay here and let you
Hurt me thrice
And that’s why, my love, I’m leaving tonight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your words are beautifully put