The End
Chris Hollis, Florence Kirton
I’ve seen the way you fell for her
And it breaks me to my core
Makes me hate me even more
Time will heal ‘til you can’t feel again
They call it movin’ on my friend
Now my heart tends to pretend
That this is not the end
I won’t leave you notes beside our bed
I’ll write them to myself instead
Now my heart tends to pretend
That this is not the end