Do you remember the way we used to melt? Do you remember how it felt to be able to tell one - just one person the little things that matter? 'Cause I remember very well. How long has it been, since someone you let in, has given what I gave you. And at night when you sleep, do you dream I would be there, just for a minute or two? I don't trust you anymore, 'cause everytime you're here, your intentions are unclear. I used to think that you were the one, now I'm sick of thinking anything at all. You ain't ever coming back to me. This isn't how things were supposed to be. You took my hand, just to give it back.

Heartache, heartache I have so much. This is a simple love, with a complex touch. There is nothing you can say or do, this is the end, and i'm letting you know i'm through with you.