Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do
But to live in dreams that i make up
All by myself
Dreaming that you’re beside me
I picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was i born
Why am i living
What do i get
What am i giving
Why do i want a thing
I daren’t hope for
What can i hope for
I wish i knew
Why do i try
To draw you near me
Why do i do i cry
You never hear me
I’m a poor fool
But what can i do
Why was i born
To love you
(bridge)
I’m a poor fool
But what can i do
Why was i born
To love you