What, I thought you loved me
you told me that you did.
What do you call love?
A never ending feeling.
I thought I really loved you
to the depth of my very soul
to the ounce of my very red blood
that drops one by one.
Now you tell me you done love me
when did this happen, how can it be?
What we had, when did it fade?
These questions they just keep coming, piled high up in my brain.
Its time for me to go
to move right on you see
but what we had was love
a never ending feeling.
