We have sailed many a storm
And fought many turbulent weather
But now I have no strength to hold the mast
Or will to guard the ship past
Coz our ship even if it survives is already battered
And even if we reach the shore we will still be in tatters
So I think drowning will be better
For even if we win, if there is something like it,
Doesn't really matter,
For the heart is shattered,
And having all its pieces together doesn't make it better,
Coz earlier only the one heart would ache,
Now each piece, a heart in itself, aches,
And more I fight, more it breaks
And I don't think I want so many heartaches.
So it is better that we anchor our ship
And let it break, and sink without any heartache!
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