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I've Lost My Reason To Live

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DumplingMomo

Published: Aug 28, 2009

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Literature Text

Forbidden fruit
Tempting heart
Making and breaking

I've lost my reason to live
That warm sunny day
Has come to an end
You're voice rings in my head
Why is this happening to me?
Why me...?

Rainy days
Broken hearts
Hurt and despair

I've lost my reason to live
That smiling face
Has faded away
I feel your touch
Why is this happening to me?
Why me...?

That once gentle touch
Has melted away
Why do I...hold on so tightly
To that one sided love
Why is it just me that feels this pain?

I've lost my reason to live
That warm sunny day
That smiling face
Have ended and faded
Your voice rings in my head
I feel your touch
Why...why am I so breakable?

How can I forgive you
So easily?
How can I stand here
and not fall to my knees?

I've lost everything
Stop squeezing my heart
I can't take it anymore
Please release your hold on me....

I've lost my reason to live....
Why is this happening to me....?
Why me...? Why?

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