Every time we say goodbye, A little piece of my heart dies. You’re the one who makes me cry; The one I love has the devil inside. Hoping for an angel, but I know she just isn’t that type.
Something tells me you’ll be here later. Something tells me you’ll stick around. Something tells me you are worth fighting for; Because without you, I’d be lost and never found.
Never found in love is to never live. I need love to destroy my grief.
You do something to me that I can’t explain. You keep me happy, in the pouring rain.