The Same Street
I still live on the same street,that we lived on.

The same old street,where memories were made on.



I shouldn't stay,why don't I go?.

Each day hurts a little more.



It won't be the same street anymore, since you've gone.

It won't be the same street anymore.



Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before.

See all familiar places, where we talked before.



But I can't run,from memories.

They're mine and they belong to me.



It won't be the same street anymore.since you've gone.

It won't be the same street anymore.