But actions speak louder than words
Before you have set me free
Like the wings of the birds
I see you with another
He touches you in ways I'm not allowed
Do you wish he was your lover
And I was one in the crowd?
My heart breaks at the prospect
Of saying goodbye to you
My heart would be wrecked
Broken battered and blue
Even though my heart you already dismissed
My lips still wish we had kissed.
