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Sep 2015
Weak I was and weak I am
My heart breaks for her once more
I play the game of love when I can,
But I cannot even score

Cry I did and cry I do
I cry to sleep every night
On my cheeks the tears they go
Oh what a terrible sight

Loved I tried and love I try
But I'll always end up hurt
Once again my poor heart tries
And the blood, out if it, spurts
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez
Written by
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez  M/Manila
(M/Manila)   
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