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Destitute for love, To rest my tired heart, To heal my wounded heart. Why can't this simple wish be fulfilled ? Has fate chosen me, Not to have anything to love, To be what I've become... Do I have another choice, But this blood stained carpet, Or continue this bitter struggle, without love... Tell me, Do I ? Help me for I am dying, Grab my hand, Help me out of this missery... Before I choke in my pain... Aus Songtexte Mania