.

Maybe we could make it all right?
We could make it better sometime.
Maybe we could make it happen, baby?
We could keep trying but things will never change,
so I don't look back.

Still I'm dying with every step I take,
but I don't look back.
Just a little, little bit better,
good enough to waste some time.
Tell me would it make you happy, baby?

And it hurts with every heartbeat...