Once in every life, someone comes along. And you came to me, it was almost like a song. You were in my arms, right where you belong. And we were so in love, it was almost like a song. January through December, we had such a perfect year. But then the flame became a dying ember, all at once, You weren't here. Now my broken heart, cries for you each night. And it was almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write. Now my broken heart, cries for you each night. And it was almost like a song, but it's much too sad to write. It's too sad to write.