Cry-cry, my baby. Cry
Over and over again.
Crash your soul to a hundred pieces as well;
Search the reasons, hide your eyes
And just cry-cry-cry
Of me –
That's all for you, dear.
I forget you… I don't know you…
Are you a stranger?
How should I call you?
Cry, baby, cry. Your cry's not mine.
That's the pay for my truth
And for your stolen youth.
I've made you mature,
Now "Have we met? Are you sure?"
Cry, baby, cry. That is just f***ing life!
Burn your heart full of love –
You don't need it. Just stuff.
Cope with sensitive soul,
Smash that girl that I know.
Though, no. Cry, baby, cry
As you've not been mine.
Now cry-cry-cry
For that wonderful dream
I once gifted to you,
Not real, we knew –
Cruel lesson of mine.
And now cry-cry-cry…
Won't be near any more –
My life's not yours, now go!
And then cry-cry-cry
Over and over again…
Cry, my baby
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