The love that you no longer feel
Has no reality;
It’s like The Mountain Made of Gold —
It’s just a fantasy
It’s not a thing I can create
Or tell or paint or draw —
I cannot make you look at me
And see what you
Once
Saw
The love that you no longer feel
Has no reality;
It’s like The Mountain Made of Gold —
It’s just a fantasy
It’s not a thing I can create
Or tell or paint or draw —
I cannot make you look at me
And see what you
Once
Saw