She gets her things together, puts them by the door. She says, "There's no love here anymore." I'll never be the same if she walks out, but she's almost a memory now. Wish I could turn her heart around. I feel so alone and she's not even gone, but she's almost a memory now. She hasn't even left, but I know she's gone. She never even said where we went wrong. One thing that I know without a doubt, she almost a memory now. I feel so alone and she's not even gone. But she's almost a memory now. Wish I could turn her heart around. I feel so alone, and she's not even gone. But she's almost a memory now. She's almost, she's almost, she's almost a memory. Wish I could turn her heart around. (fade)