When I stop dreaming,
That's when I'll stop loving you.
The worst that I've ever been hurt in my life,
The first time I ever wanted to die,
Was the night when you told me you loved someone new,
And asked me if I could forget.
I'd be like a flower unwanted in spring,
Alone and neglected transplanted in vain,
To a garden of sadness where it's petals will fall,
In the shadow of undying pain.
You can teach the flowers to bloom in the snow,
You may take a pebble and teach it to grow,
You can teach all the raindrops to return to the clouds,
But you can't teach my heart to forget.
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