All last summer in case you don't recall,
I was yours and you were mine, forget it all,
Is there a line that I could write,Sad enough to make you cry?
All the lines you wrote to me were lies...
Months roll past, the love that you struck dead,
Did you love me only in my head?
Well the things you said and did to me,Seemed to come so easily,
The love I thought I'd won- you give for free.