Westlife

I've been trying to reach you
'Cause I got something to say
But you're talking about nothing at all
And you're slipping away
We were crying together,
It was a long time ago,
Before you walk out the door,
And leave me this way,
Just hear what I say
You make me feel, you make me real,
For the rest of my days, in so many ways,
You make me feel