Looking back, wish I could say we left the past behind. But you, you pushed me away. Dropping matches on the bridges that didn't need to burn. And I wish it didn't end this way.
Will you risk your reputation. I don't know. You just don't know. What you're saying. Anymore. You know beggars. Can't be choosers. And it's fair. We may win, we may be losers.
The little girl standing in the rain on the corner of 42nd street. And she's all alone on the bad side of town. 'Cause there was a little boy that she loved with all her heart.