Once in every life, someone comes along.

And you came to me, it was almost like a song.

You were in my arms, right where you belong.

And we were so in love, it was almost like a song.



January through December, we had such a perfect year.

But then the flame became a dying ember, all at once,

you weren't here.



Now my broken heart, cries for you each night.

And it was almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write.



Ending:



Now my broken heart, cries for you each night.

And it was almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write.

It's too sad to write.