Yesterday I am quitting,
My heart were almost dying,
Tears from innocent eyes were flowing,
There's an open wound keeps on bleeding.
It said, it will never beat again,
A heart full of hatred and pain,
There's no one to blame,
But my poor heart who's so lame.
Today, there's this mysterious guy,
But I may not seem to buy,
Maybe his love was just a lie,
I don't want to fall again that high.
But his intention was clear,
To care and love me so dear,
He promised to be always near,
That there's nothing to fear.
Now I am giving my heart,
Hoping not to be apart,
It may be a new and fresh start,
He brought me back to the top of the chart.
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