• I love the way
    you look at me;
    your eyes they
    hold a smile.


    I love the way
    you're holding me;
    we've been
    like this awhile.


    I love it when
    you talk with me;
    we talk all
    through the day.


    I love it when
    you look at me,
    you look at me
    and say:


    "I don't know
    if this is right,
    it might not
    last forever.


    For you might
    tomorrow bring
    a better,
    truer lover."


    The way
    I gaze into your eyes,
    my own all
    filled with tears,


    I cry:
    "But we've
    been together
    through so many years."


    As you hug me
    one last time
    my heart does
    break in two,


    you walk
    away
    and
    I'm left crying-
    something you won't do.


    Every moment
    after that
    my heart's
    a bloody lump,


    I love the way
    how every day
    I'm reminded
    I've been
    DUMPED.