If a heart could lie,
Why couldn't it lie to you,
and tell you that it didn't love you?
if things could be masked-out completely,
Why, why do I still feel this solitude without your presence?
If only this mind could pretend more...
Why not pretend you haven't existed...
as a summer's fling...
that played and lingered on...
and took my heart away...
why? Why couldn't your memories
flew away with the wind?
Oh, but these painful truth was the reality,
reality that I couldn't bare,
and truth that I could never escape
for the rest of my life.
