You no longer look me in the eye
You no longer seem as warm as you were then
You no longer speek to me with the same enthusiasm
Where all those feelings just a mere illusion?
Did all those things, words and looks matter at all?
Or was it all just in my mind?
Where the things I felt for you
And the things I thought you felt for me
Only a part of my imagination?
You no longer seem as warm as you were then
You no longer speek to me with the same enthusiasm
Where all those feelings just a mere illusion?
Did all those things, words and looks matter at all?
Or was it all just in my mind?
Where the things I felt for you
And the things I thought you felt for me
Only a part of my imagination?
