I would be nobody's number two That's what I wrote in his letter too How could a man just leave with no regrets Women start looking to replacing it
Are you feeling love for it, man I think the cure is in your hands
Doctor, he said I'd always be loved That my arms would always be warm enough But now he's gone and I guess I'd better move My heart stopped, now it beats fast for you
I am showing symptoms of sorrow, again Tell me the truth, if it's serious, man...