I have this taste of bittersweet since we broke up. It's been a mystery and still I try to see why something good can hurt so bad.
I feel caught on a one-way street in downtown. How will this love
survive somehow, some way? You left but I wonder who's crying now. One love feeds our fire but only one of us will be the lonely one. You can say your love will never die but i know of our two hearts yours is born to run.