I think I love you,
I know that is true surely before I told you.
But what love for if it makes me greedy
What is it for if it makes me worry
What is it for if it makes me feel sorry
I remember how I used to love you quietly
It hurt, but never made me feel sorry
It’s hard, but never made me worry
It’s misery, but I was a batter man for not being greedy
Telling you that I love you, I never regret
But keep loving you is a big mistake
It breaks the heart even deep
It
surely will hurt instead
