Why was I born, why am I livin’?
What do I get, what am I givin’?
Why do I want a thing I daren’t hope for?
What can I hope for? I wish I knew
Why do I try to draw you near me?
Why do I do I cry? You never hear me
I’m a poor fool, but what can I do?
Why was I born to love you?
Why do I try to draw you near me?
Why do I do I cry? You never hear me
I’m a poor fool, but what can I do?
Why was I born to love you?
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Spending these lonesome evenings with nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up all by myself
Dreaming that you’re beside me, I picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up all by myself What is the good of me by myself?