My hands reach out to touch someone but they know she's not there

My memory keeps running back to one who used to care

My heart has lost the will to live my lips the will to smile

If heartache is the fashion then I guess that I'm in style

The places I'm invited to I never want to go

Afraid I'll see my old sweetheart with her new love and so

I stay home and walk the floor as if it's my last night

If heartache is the fashion then I guess that I'm in style

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My lips will miss the tender kiss that someone else will know

My eyes will not forget the day I stood and watched her go

My arms will ache to hold the love that I held for a while

If heartache is the fashion then I guess that I'm in style