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? Why was I born?
Why am I living?
What do I get?
What am I giving? 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 I'm a poor fool
But what can I do
Why was I born
To love you
