The way she described that kiss... br with you... br The way you lied to my heart, br that was true... br br The way she knew exactly how you felt... br and said... br br And all the words that I read... br And all the words that she said... br again, and again... br in my head... br br The way she made me feel inside... br the pain, printed, carved in my heart... br br ...How can I forget? br br The tears that felt to the ground... br and the people, just passing me by... br br Don't they even know... br that my heart grew cold... br since that day? br br Would they ever said... br that my heart is dead...