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.