I didn't see the fire burn to ashes. I couldn't feel the winds of change. I was lost inside the passion, blinded by the memory of a flame. I guess I should've felt it when you touched me. I should've seen it in your eyes. But I believed you really loved me . Why can't I believe you've said goodbye.
Oh why is the last one to know the first one to cry and the last to let go. Why is the one left behind the one left alone with no one to hold. The last one to know.
It would be easier to face the morning, if you were holding me tonight. But you left me without a warning. Holding onto a heartache while she's holding you tight.
