How many of آپ people out there
Been hurt in some kind of love affair
And how many times do آپ swear that you'll never love again?
How many lonely, sleepless nights
How many lies, how many fights
And why would آپ want to put yourself through all that again?
"Love is pain," I hear آپ say
Love has a cruel and کڑوا, تلخ way
Of paying آپ back for all the faith آپ ever had in your brain
How could it be that what آپ need the most
Can leave آپ feeling just like a ghost?
You never want to feel so sad and lost again
One دن آپ could be looking
Through an old book in rainy weather
You see a picture of her smiling...
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