I start every morning,
with songs unending
The crying heart calls for comfort,
and the anguish kills without effort
She's still in my mind,
trying to connect and bind
Is this situation my catalyst,
or it is another abyss
I ask my peers to help me,
but neither of them understand it
For the fourth time I loved,
in the fourth time I sobbed
Because unlike the three,
she's the perfect one for me
She preferred stronger ones,
weakness is her dislikes
So I ask for strength for this silent suffering,
I will keep doing a song unending
For she opened this cold and empty heart,
and she also closed with a bitter part
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