Did I lose my love to someone better? And does she love you like I do?
And we were letting go of something special, something we'll never have again.
Why do we never know what we've got till it's gone?
Did I lose my love to someone better? And does she love you like I do?
And we were letting go of something special, something we'll never have again.
Why do we never know what we've got till it's gone?