Love, leave me alone.
I've got troubles of my own.
I do believe that I have paid the price
for all the things I've said and done,
every little thing that seemed to go wrong.
How many times
will I regret the chances taken?
Why do I end up
always the one who is mistaken?
Love, leave to sleep,
let me wallow in my dreams.
See the icy past fade away,
the dawning of a brand new day,
the echoes of a past that still remind me.
How many times
will I regret the chances taken?
Why do I end up
always the one who is mistaken?
How many times
will I regret the chances taken?
Why do I end up
always the one who is mistaken?
How many times
will I regret the chances taken?
Why do I end up
always the one who is mistaken?