I still live on the same street,that we lived on.
   The same old street,where memories were made on.
  
   I shouldn’t stay,why don’t I go?.
   Each day hurts a little more.
  
   It won’t be the same street anymore, since you’ve gone.
   It won’t be the same street anymore.
  
   Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before.
   See all familiar places, where we talked before.
  
   But I can’t run,from memories.
   They’re mine and they belong to me.
  
   It won’t be the same street anymore.since you’ve gone.
   It won’t be the same street anymore.