As time passes by
I breath a simple sigh
I look upon them saying my oh my
That was when I started to cry
I never lost and I never loved
More importantly I never loved
Oh what is this fantasy...love
Was lust Romeo's true love?
I smile and laugh as I wave good-bye
Off and away to get high
Overcoming the pain or so I could try
But sooner or later I would cry
As I watch these lovers love
I say: What is made of love?
The experience of being loved
Or only saying that you loved
When you move on -by and by-
You'll fill yourself with a lie
Saying that your special love will never die
Can you read my mind? In the end...all you'll do is cry
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