It Does Not Exist

I would never let myself forget and that was the day I promised I'd never sing of love... if it does not exist.
Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts and we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I had sworn to myself that I was content with loneliness... because none of it was ever worth the risk.
I've got a tight grip on reality but I cant let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up... Leave me with some proof it's not a dream.
You are the only exception... and I'm on my way to believe it.