One-hundred reasons for me to cry,
Fifty-three reasons to I wish to die,
There's eighteen reasons to make a sad sigh,
But there's not one good reason to say good-bye.
Love is such a valuable thing,
With all the joy that it can bring,
A joy that makes the most silent people wish to sing,
For you my heat flutters wing by wing.
And yet with all the care I have for you, you completely refuse to love me too,
'Tis for this reason I remain so sad, so blue.
My heart is broken, crushed beneath my love's shoe,
Ten-thousand pieces in need of glue.
No matter how hard you try to push me away,
There's always a place in my heart for you to stay,
So every night awake I lay,
Dreaming of you and the next day...
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