I was only 17.
I didn't know anything.
You came along and changed all that.
You showed me a brand new thing.
You were queen and made me king of our lives
and of our love.
Love is like wine.
It often grows bitter with time.
It always comes back to the part where you pick up the pieces of
your broken heart.
Your broken heart.
Your broken heart.
When I was 22,
so much into you.
We owned the world and everything in it.
As time went by,
clouds showed up in the sky, cast a shadow,
blocked the sun above.
Love is like wine.
It often grows bitter with time.
It always comes back to the part where you pick up the pieces of
your broken heart.
Your broken heart.
Your broken heart.
When I was 33,
it wasn't just you and me.
You met
him and he took you away.
Love is now in the past.
It all happened so fast.
Here I am lonely.
Love is like wine.
It often grows bitter with time.
It always comes back to the part where
you pick up the pieces of your broken heart.