I stay up every night, thinking about you, us
We should talk about ourselves, discuss.
I do not think I'm happy anymore...
But I cannot this forever endure.
You live too far away to feel my love
But is it truly love? In your hands a letter I shove.
A letter, beautifully, heartbreakingly written
You, by a snake, by me were bitten.
Oh, I will leave you, leave you someday
Just for you, to have a gloomy Sunday.
Gloomy, gloomy Sunday, what do I do?
I can't right now think this through.
My love for you... It's not love anymore
But you cannot this forever endure.
What can I possibly do?
Force you, please you?
Again ourselves in cold love we threw?
I hope I can get this through.
Oh, I will leave you, leave you someday
Just for you, to have a gloomy Sunday.
Dálnoki Naomi Paula XII. H
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