Take it to the bridge

What you think; you attract. What you feel; you create. What you imagine; you become.

Every night I remember that evening
The way you looked when you said you were leaving
The way you cried as you turned to walk away
The cruel words and the false accusations
The mean looks and the same old frustrations
I never thought that we’d throw it all away
But we threw it all away
And I’m a little bit lost without you
And I’m a bloody big mess inside
And I’m a little bit lost without you
This aint a love song this is goodbye

Scouting for Girls ~ ‘This A’int a Love Song’