I am a dreamer, I imagine too much

My imaginations are so strong that I can see things happening even before they happen

I saw betrayal of my lover when she snatched the ring from my hand

These cold winds gives me dreams of her smell and touch

Sometimes I can recall conversations word to word with expressions, voice and mannerism so vividly

When I was just a school going boy I used to tell stories to people who would believe it without question

I used to lie a lot like a con man who only con people and himself because he has so much to live and tell

Like Don Juan I have been falling in love so many times

O my heart how many more dreams you are going to dream?

Do you remember the end?

I even know how I am going to die?

It will not be a natural one but a voluntary death

I imagined the way how should one die like a spartan

For I am a dreamer my world is the dream world

Who wants to die like an average man?

I planned my own death where I will say I did it my way just the way I lived and I now say I did it my way

O Frank Sinarta sing another song for me