I thought he loved me,
I believed every word he said, then he sets me free.
How can love grow so fast, then tear apart.
How can someone love you, then break your heart.
His words seemed to perfect, but still I believed.
I thought to myself there could be just one man who won't leave.
Did I throw myself so easily, or not enough?
I still would like to know, what is love?
Countless nights I remember him not being there.
Am I dreaming, or did he really care.
How could he have loved me, if he was able to throw everything we had, away.
But yes, I remember, he said that everything was okay.
But then why didn't he want to stay.
What is love, if you say goodbye?
What is love, if all you do is cry.
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