My hands reach out to touch someone but they know she's not there
My memory keeps running back to one who used to care
My heart has lost the will to live my lips the will to smile
If heartache is the fashion then I guess that I'm in style
The places I'm invited to I never want to go
Afraid I'll see my old sweetheart with her new love and so
I stay home and walk the floor as if it's my last night
If heartache is the fashion then I guess that I'm in style
[ guitar ]
My lips will miss the tender kiss that someone else will know
My eyes will not forget the day I stood and watched her go
My arms will ache to hold the love that I held for a while
If heartache is the fashion then I guess that I'm in style
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