I love the way you look at me,
when I'm with you...

What's this feeling,
growing deep in my chest...

I don't know what to say,
that I've not said before...

My eyes fill with tears,
as I watch you walk away...

I see the way you look at them,
those skinny pretty girls...

I remember the last words,
you whispered in my ears...

Why did you do it?
Is a question I must ask...

What do we do now?
We've ended up at a cross-road...

Surrounded by so many
acknowledge only by a few...

My son came home from school one day,
With a smirk upon his face...

I spend every second of everyday worrying about...
I wonder, though, what am I doing...

I look back and see the eyes of my old lover
looking back at me...