How does it feel to fall out of love?
To wake up one morning, and say that you're done
Make up your mind, and tell me, it's fine
To fall out of love, 'cos you were never mine?

Love in itself can never be defined
It is a feeling that's blissful and divine
To love and be loved in return
I doubt, you'll ever see something as much fun

Don't you remember all you once said?
About our undying love and these feelings we shared
Do all these thoughts run in your head?
Or are they left blank, like my space on your bed

You woke up one morning, and said we were done
So I ask you, how did it feel, when you fell out of love?