Bittersweet کے بول

I used to cry I used to cry alone Watch my face as I grew older Reflect the world I've known The kind of love that I would need Tasted too bittersweet to me I used to wonder What it was I did wrong No amount of conversation Could keep me holding on The kind of love ... Every little tear That ever used to fall Broke most of my resistance That's the cruelest twist of all The kind of love ... Don't look back I don't stop to hang around Don't except the disappointment Relationships I have found The kind of love