Classic Poem

VERSE

Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do but to live
In dreams that I make up,
All by myself;
Dreaming that you're beside me,
I picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up,
All by myself.
What is the good of me,
By myself?

REFRAIN

Why was I born?
Why am I living?
What do I get?
What am I giving?
Why do I want a thing I daren't hope for?
What can I hope for?
I wish I knew!
Why do I try
To draw you near me?
Why do I cry?
You never hear me.
I'm a poor fool,
But what can I do?
Why was I born
To love you?