Love is just a story,

Told by all your friends.

You've felt it before but you wonder if it's real.

Your heart is hurting from losing the one you loved the most,

But you wonder if it's all in your head

You think about all the good times with them


Those sweet little kisses


Holding hands anywhere you went


And even those little arguments that really meant nothing

You wonder if they miss those times as much as you...

Or if they miss them at all

You want it back


Those sweet little kisses


Holding hands anywhere you went


And even those little arguments that really meant nothing

But do they want it back as badly as you?

Do they want it back at all?