It's the same old story of love that's lost and goneWith someone brokenhearted, left with memories all aloneYes, here I stand, the lonely one, in search of an escapeA prisoner of the memory of love I recognized too lateI turn my mirrors to the wall, for I cannot bear to seeThe arrogance and vanity that fill my life with agonyThere's no escape for me, not from your memoriesI cannot hide, I cannot run, I just exist amidst life's shadowsAmong the echoes of the wrong I've doneBut the irony of my memory is the reality that I will see you nevermoreI will see you nevermore*