Soul, if they've hurt you so badly, why do you deny yourself the ability to forget?
Why do you prefer to cry for what you've lost, search for what you've desired, and love what died?
You live uselessly sadly, and I know you never deserved to pay with pain for the fault of being good - as good as you were for love.
It was what once began, the ceased to exist; what in the end, by some mistake, was a bitter night for the heart.
Leave that burden. Return to your old illusion. Next to the pain that opens a wound comes life with the next love.
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I love you much too much
I bear no hatred toward you
I love you much too much
To be angry with you.
I love you much too much
To be really mad at you,
Call me a fool, I know,
But I love you still.
I gave you my life,
My heart, my soul.
Although I'm in pain, my mind
Harbors no thoughts of vengeance....
I love you much too much
To be really angry with you,
Call me a fool, I know,
But I love you still.
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