It's Seven O'Clock...

It's seven o'clock and my heart is half-breaking
And I can't stop my limbs from shaking
I've got the words, and I've got the style
What I haven't got is the chance to live your life for a while
When I'm around, please
Restrain the love you feel for him
I love you too, and it feels like a sin
But how can I stand here with my half-broken heart
And not feel the pain when you shake me completely apart?

It was warm in the basement
And you're hot and on fire
(Well, you're always hot, but we're talking heat now, not desire)
So you take a nice long walk outside
Without a coat, so you can reflect on what happened inside
But the heat fades away
And the wind turns cold
You find yourself chilling
Outside my house, our old
Hangout, happy place, where nothing went wrong
Until that September day when you left me for a song
I see you outside, freezing to ice
My good side asks you in, my bad side says, "does it feel nice?"

We can't be ourselves when we don't know who we are
Life is a journey, and my tired feet say it's too far
But I'll keep on walking on
And nothing'll stop me now
But the memory of what I felt for you pulls on me
Trying to pull me back
And how!
How can I talk to you with a half-breaking heart
When the love in your eyes when you look at him tears me apart?