I do not wish to go on like this...
Two years, six months and a painful finish.
You still have me hooked...
You still have me caught.
I can never get over...
The pain you have wrought.
(My soul you have bought.)
(Your love I have sought.)
(How quickly you forgot.)

"Do you feel how much I love you?"
I was deep inside when you asked me that...
"Do you know that I will never leave you?"
On your face, a smile that just sat..

Was it a lie?
Or was it just that our love was meant to die?
And if so, why?

You tell me now baby...
Was it a lie?

12 January 1995
0230 hours