歌词
It's been two years, eight months and a day
Walking 'round in New York in the rain
And right now, I'm a walking cliché
It's been two years, eighth months, nothing's changed
I'm out here tryna love somebody
I tell myself I'm doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
Where'd you meet? Where's he from? What's his name?
Does he touch? Does he love you the same?
And I know I'm a walking cliché
It's been two years, eight months, nothing's changed
I'm out here tryna love somebody
I tell myself I'm doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
By now you're probably loving somebody
By now you're probably doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell
I close my eyes, and you're here in my mind
I close my eyes, and you're here for a while
I'm out here tryna love somebody
I'm out here all by myself
And every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell
By now you're probably loving somebody
By now you're probably doing well
But every time I think about you
Oh, yeah, it still hurts like hell, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah
It still hurts like hell
Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah
It still hurts like hell