I told you not to leave ,
I told you not to break ,
I told you not to believe,
Whatever you heard ,

Them words they meant something ,
But they mean nothing now,
You are excited about leaving ,
And all I say is how?

With you everyday was summer ,
With you everyday was spring ,
I can't get any dumber ,
Waiting for my phone to ring ,
A call from you so impossible it seems ,


When I talk about it ,
Its as if I'm living dreams ,
Some dreams are bound to be true ,
While some are just used to keep our hope !!

Our love my darling is the second type,
Even dreaming about you for me is hope ,
Do we have a source of life as strong as hope ?
The more we hope the better we can cope ....