Burnt Bridges
Nostalgia, it's been a long walk from then But I miss the days when you lied to my eyes I was your sport, I was your dice I miss the days when you sashayed in and out of my space See, you were the Ronaldo of my world, you were the ace And now that I walk on the boulevards of burnt bridges and broken promises I think of how there's no more love in lovely It's become obsolete like the smile of a young widow