Walking up and down the street, just like we used to,
Holding hands, holding conversations, holding each other in our hearts.
Now I walk that same street alone,
Holding nothing, holding emptiness, holding memories in my heart.
Memories of how we used to be, back when we were in love,
Holding everything together, never standing alone.
Then things changed, but we tried to fight it,
Holding on to something that was already too far gone to save.
So now I walk that same street alone, holding on to the knowledge that we can never get that back, Holding on to the love that's not worth holding on to anymore.