The night is bright,
The day is dark.
And I sit here alone
With you in my heart.
I lay there in the dark
Dreaming of you.
Why bother?
Its you I can’t have.
Why waste my time crying
You came into my life
And left just as fast.
But my love for you
Will still grow
For every rose has its thorn,
And every love has its heartache.

 
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