There you are, you're taking true love
And while you're taking true love,
to think that we could get along
Days I wasted with you child,
if I counted me a million or two
that haunts me, that haunts me
And I walk alone through the rhapsodies
That haunts me, that haunts me
There you are, crying again
There you are, you're taking true love
And while you're taking true love
to think that we could get along?
Days I wasted with you, child,
if I counted me a million or two
Now I stand alone through
that haunts me, that haunts me
through the roughs of this
That haunts me, that haunts me
Now, there you are, crying again
Why you're taken to the love?
You're given the blame you