Why do lovers not finish what they start.
Why do lovers love to break there heart.
I was a stranger in a strange land.
Lost without a helping hand.
I saw broken hearts everywhere I looked.
Walking into heartbreak hotel but there all booked.
So I'm left to sleep on the street.
Watching as new lovers meet.
With a sigh I close my eyes.
As they tell each other sweet lies.
And put a headphone in each ear.
Just to listen to the love song of the year.
I need to get out of this city.
Before I become what I see.
So as the bus pulls up I get in.
Unknowingly to have my love story begin.
