The night again betrays my memory
I struggled to reach for a frayed paper and pen
Only to write what my foolish heart weaves
'I love you' was all that's to be written
I struggled with my tears to stay hidden
I hugged my knees as to comfort myself
But to my great regret my tears had fallen
My heart did cry until now it is bleedin'
I've cried for love for I was a mortal fool
I believed in what's called Lullaby of Life
I've been betrayed and now uncouth
Your memory still lingers at every cold night
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