Separate Ways

When I see you
Doing your thing
I try to be
Ok
Now we're going
Our separate ways
But still there's some pain

Broken promises (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
The times i bit my tongue (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
So many unsaid feelings (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
I keep it to myself

There aint no good
In spreading my hurt
Any more than
Spreading dead love
There's no place for it anymore
Between us
You probably feel the same too

Thinking of our lives together (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
The time you asked me to marry (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
The family we'd have together (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
Now just something that we felt

And this aint the whole truth
I mean it kinda is
I mean it isn't all one way or the other
Dead love is conflicted
Dead love is conflicted: Its losing longing, and depressing
The death of hope for me and you

So when you see me (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
Know it aint so simple (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
Girl, I've got some hurt (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
But still i got some love for you