Despite my best efforts I can't quit you babe.
This tear in my hear is ripping at my soul.
Time has came and past yet I'm still yours.
I only hear the whispers of my memories moaning about you.
Just a child's play thing I was to you,  while you were busy attending to some one else's heart.
Tragic how the irony has consumed our past and Destiny.

Let me paint the room with your scent...
If these walls could talk,
Let them speak tales of how I had you catching your breath.