I watch you walk away, my heart torn in two.

I thought you would understand, but now I see the truth.

To hold you close to my beating heart, that's all I ever wanted.

But now I see all the lies, and the reason why I'll be forever haunted.

Love is a strange thing, it can tear you heart in two.

Stranger is the lust, that makes you blind from the truth.

Love is a strange thing, it eats you up inside.

Stranger is the lust, from it you cannot hide.

I fall to the floor, my backs up against the wall.

The cold stone offers me no comfort; it will not catch me if I fall.

I cry not tears and yet my heart begins to ache.

I wonder if I should run after you, or if it's just too late.

Love is a strange thing; it can tear your heart in two.

Stranger is the lust, that makes you blind from the truth.

Love is a strange thing, it eats you up inside.

Stranger is the lust, from it you cannot hide.

Eventually I get up, sighing as I stand.

I turn to walk away, just to prove to myself I can.

And I hear my heels clicking, through these empty halls.

The cold stone offers me no comfort; it will not catch me if I fall.

Love is a strange thing; it can tear your heart in two.

Stranger is the aching, when you know you're done and through.

Love is a strange thing; when you're done you don't know what to do.

Stranger is the wanting, the wanting for love to return to you.