You are a memory not a dream come true.
Peace like a river I thought you’ll be
But you’re the devil in the hell of fire
I thought you’ll set me free from the fire of the cruel world
But instead you’re setting the fire bigger.
The day I met you, it was a dream come true
But soon it turn into my hateful memories
You’re words were like beautiful flowers
But I forgot that flowers dies when it’s seasons is over
Now tell me what do you hate about me…
I remember nothing for doing any wrong
But what ever it is, I’m sorry
Maybe I’m not really your type.