I loved her, she loved me, what did it matter?
Too headstrong to last long, destined to shatter.
and all of my words just fall on deaf ears.
So there's not much left but for me to dry these tears.
I'll be on the road home.
I knew we're through when she said, "You just look like a memory," How
could you say? You're always halfway across the room from me.
So I'll pack my bags, with clothes that smell of you,
but I won't question, all the love we knew.
