Show me a picture Of somebody I used to call mine And I can predict you I am gonna wish myself Back in time And what good would that do Taking our farewell reasons for less true What good would it be After all we've learned From shared memory Do we agree That none of us Was meant to be In this kind of love That comes and it goes It's this kind of love That's more like a shadow It's this kind of love That is though To get a hold of And I would feel bad for her Claiming all her love for myself And she would feel bad for me Keeping up, acting all easy When it's not Eventually We don't deserve to be In this kind of love That comes and it goes It's this kind of love That's more like a shadow It's this kind of love There it comes There it goes