Don’t ask me if I love you,
when the answer is in our past
When you was the only one in my mind
all the time, regardless of what I was doing.
Don’t ask me if my feelings were true,
when you know I cried for you.
When at all times I hurried home
running as if I had won the lottery,
all just to talk to you, even if it was for just a few minutes.
Don’t ask me if I regret having you in my life,
because the answer will always be ; never, not even once.
Because even though it hurts you no longer in my life,
I’m glad what we had was once special to both of us.
Don’t ask me if I still love you,
because the answer will be no,
I’ve learned to let you go and got tired of waiting for you.
The feelings that were once there are now gone
and my heart belongs to someone else.
Someone who appreciates what he has.
Don’t ask me if I ever think about you still,
because even though I sometimes do,
it isn’t like it used to be,
you are nothing more than a memory.


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Don’t ask me if I love you,
when the answer is in our past
When you was the only one in my mind all the time,
and I was very glad you were mine.
Always thinking of you,
regardless of what I was doing.
Now you’re worth less than a dime,
if we were in a Tv show, everyone would be “booing.”
Don’t ask me if my feelings were true,
when you know I cried for you.
When at all times I hurried home
to talk to you, even if it was for just a few minutes.
Don’t ask me if I regret having you in my life,
because the answer will always be ; never, not even once.
Because even though it hurts you no longer in my life,
I’m glad what we had was once special to both of us.
Don’t ask me if I still love you,
because the answer will be no,
I’ve learned to let you go and got tired of waiting for you.
Still though, if you ever need a hand,
I’ll be there any day, any time ; no matter what.
Always keep your necklace on,
it will represent what once happened between us.
The feelings that were once there are now gone
and my heart belongs to someone else.
Someone who appreciates what he has and won’t let me down.
Don’t ask me if I ever think about you still,
because even though I sometimes do,
it isn’t like it used to be,
you are nothing more than a memory.