I burnt the Memories, U gave Me. I burnt your Love Letters Too. Your Tears won't ever, Cry for Me. Tell Me.....What else must I Do? I threw the Souvenirs, U gave Me. I hardly ever take, your Name. Our Love is done and Dusted. As it put us both, to Shame. Most of the Time, I keep Thinking. Why not find, somebody New? A Woman who Glows, like Moonlight and is fresh, as the Morning Dew. Once Her Eyes, find Me. I shall write, My Love Story Again. In the Arms of My Angel, U won't find, My Tears weep Again.