It feels like this, as I walk the streets And I stalk the leaves on my way home Look down at my shoes, to see how I move And it's always wrong, it's always wrong But I can't go back, I can't g

I can't believe, I can't deny, I can't conceive what's in your eyes. Another mistake, another regret, another unwanted cigarette. And do you really like me? 'Cause 1 and 1 and 1 makes 3. I