I play the song, it was our own
Your photographīs by my side
I know I canīt forget you
So I donīt even try
The note you left is in my hand
I read again what you say
Youīre sorry but you love him
And youīve both gone away
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And itīs the story
That is breaking my heart
An open fire, our favorite chair
I get a book from the shelf
But the words I am reading
Could apply to myself
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And itīs the story
That is breaking my heart
Yes, itīs the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, itīs the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, itīs the story that is breaking my heart
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