She doesnt wana have to say goodbye.
Her feeling of love is high.
She feels she is gonna cry.
She feels she is gonna die.
Oh, why, why, why, does love have to be this hard?
Why dont any guys ever like her?
Guys always love her and leave her then,
She keeps trying again and again.
Oh, why, why, why, does love have to be this hard?
She doesnt wana have to say goodbye.
Her feeling of love is high.
She feels she is gonna cry.
She feels she is gonna die.
Oh, why, why, why, does love have to be this hard?
Why dont any guys ever like her?
Guys always love her and leave her then.
She keeps trying again and again.
Oh, why, why, why, does love have to be this hard?
This is marvelous; you are a highly talented poet. I have one suggestion:
"Her feeling of love is high." Should the "is" perhaps be an "are"? It may be a trivial thing to you, I know I make typos all the time, but I just thought I would let you know. In any case, it certainly does not take away from this beautiful piece; thankyou for the read! :)