If it's wrong then blame my heart.
I saw you with your new girl just yesterday and I feel that I must confess.
Even though it kills me to I have to say: I'll admit that I was impressed.
Gotta commend you on your selection!
Though I know I shouldn't be concerned, in the back of my mind I can't help but question.
Does she treat you good?
Does she know you well?
Does she love you for real?
I can't explain this feeling I think about it everyday.
And even though we've moved on it gets so hard to walk away.
I guess I have to live my life from day to day hoping maybe you'll come back.
I know I tell myself not to be afraid to move on but it seems I can't.
My new man is giving me attention but it ain't the same as your affection.
I know that I should be content but in the back of my mind I can't help but question:
Does he kiss me like you used to?
Does he treats me as good as you?
Does he love me like you did?
So how do I express this feeling.
'Cause nobody compares to you.
I can't forget how we used to be.
And you know that she'll never love you like I do.
