I cannot pretend that I love you…
though loving you was once all I dreamed
I have cried through to much heartache
been places I should never have been.
Once you were more than I could hope for
your beauty was all I could see
but your eyes turned cold and so spiteful
now nightmares are all that I dream.
Your touch was a promise I lived for…
every day and night in your arms
but your touch is now cold and unloving
and your promises only do harm.
Where is the love that we once had?
Why is it our love has turned cold?
All I ever did was just love you…
but now all I can feel is just old.
So please don't ask if I love you…
cause loving you was once all I dreamed
and I'm tired of crying and lying
about all of the places I've been.
