When I was sixteen,
I yearned so much
for a love, that never came.
I always waited for it,
and all of my friends
were
in the same situation.
And then I saw
how they changed
their ways of living.
Everyone had their own love,
each of them were
smiling, so happy,
except for me.
And I lived a loneliness,
that grew sadder,
and darker.
At that age,
everyone asked me why.
And I would always say to them:
I wasn't born to love,
no one was born for me.
I was nothing but a crazy dreamer.
I wasn't born to love,
no one was born for me.
And my dreams never
came true.
I always looked for it,
but I never could
find that love.
I always waited for it,
and everywhere I waited
that love didn't arrive.
Today, my loneliness
keeps growing sadder
and darker, as you see.
Today, at this age,
my friends still ask me why,
and is so sad to answer:
I wasn't born to love,
no one was born for me.
I was nothing but a crazy dreamer.
I wasn't born to love,
no one was born for me.
And my dreams never
came true.
I wasn't born to love,
no one was born for me.
I was nothing but a crazy dreamer.
I wasn't born to love,
no one was born for me.
And my dreams never
came true.
I wasn't born... to love...