Torn Apart - Bastille
I could only be myself, with you around. Oh, with you around. And now there’s nothing left for me to think about. Woah, to think about. And it hurts like hell, To be torn apart. And it hurts like hell, To be thrown around. We were born to be together, Torn apart. Torn apart. We were born to be together, Torn apart. Torn apart. You stepped with a heavy tread and left your mark. Oh, your mark on me. The space you used to fill is now this great black hole. Oh, you’re out of sight but not out my mind. But it hurts like hell, To be torn apart. And it hurts like hell, To be thrown around. We were born to be together, Torn apart. Torn apart. We were born to be together, Torn apart. Torn apart We were born to be together, Torn apart. Torn apart. We were born to be together, Torn apart. Torn apart.
Artist: Bastille
Title: Torn Apart