I try to speak to you, 
but my words are not useful. 
So I write to you, 
hoping you change your mind.

It's been a while since I lost you, 
this feeling's lost in time. 
When I think about it, and us, 
I lose my mind.

That's when my heart skips the beat, skips the beat. 
I'm on my own again. 
That's when my heart skips the beat, skips the beat, 
I'm on my own again.

Will you open the door? 
Would you let me in? 
Is this right or this is the end, is this is the end?

There is no other way to explain what's [bad word] of us. 
I just can't let go of better days, it's crazy.

That's when my heart skips the beat, skips the beat. 
I'm on my own again. 
That's when my heart skips the beat, skips the beat, 
I'm on my own again.

Will you open the door? 
Would you let me in? 
Is this right or this is the end, is this is the end?

Will you open the door? 
Would you let me in? 
Is this right or this is the end, is this is the end?

I just can't let go (I just can't let go) over better days. 
There is no other place, 
I'd rather be there, in your arms, in your arms.

That's when my heart skips the beat, skips the beat. 
I'm on my own again. 
That's when my heart skips the beat, skips the beat, 
I'm on my own again.

Will you open the door? 
Would you let me in? 
Is this right or this is the end, is this is the end?

I try to speak to you, 
but my words are not useful. 
So I write to you, 
hoping you change your mind.