For how many times he will hurt,
I am still there to be hurt.
Oh God! why not you have mercy on me?
He is the man who play with me.
I again build faith in him when he shatters
all my dreams,
I again believe now he is with me with
all new beams.
Oh God, now make my heart hard,
Take away the sensitivity,
And give me peace in your vicinity.

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