Don't talk about it, we're too late for this what I need now something you could never give and I still remember, cold December, mothers crying out loud praying somehow you'll turn back around so don't talk about it, by now I'm far too late, don't try to fix this and do nothing right, now that your gone I don't feel a thing yeah I'm used to it... you leaving me alone And was it my fault, am I the one to blame or is this your plan to leave this empty hand to die alone and don't you say you love me, cause you don't even know me seems like these days I don't even know myself Oh no... so don't talk about it, by now I'm far too late, don't try to fix this and do nothing right, now that your gone I don't feel a thing yeah I'm used to it... you leaving me alone so hard to say goodbye but she wont see me cry when you slam the door you turn your back on me if I could turn back time would you change your mind when you finally see what you lost we never talk about it and by now I'm far too late don't try to fix this and do nothing right now that your gone I don't feel a thing, yeah I'm used too it, you leaving me alone Ooh no no no so don't talk about it... you leaving me