One set of doors was the color of honeyOne set of doors was pink
and greyWell I wonder which set is mine, said sheAs she walked
down the long hallwayWell I wonder which set of rooms are
mineFor in these rooms she would live and dieWell it's
better to have loved and lost(Ah but it's better not to
lose)Then to never have loved at all(Never have loved, never
have loved at all)Well it's better to have loved and
lost(Ah but it's better not to lose)Then to always be
alone(Always be alone)In your heartI thought that there was more
involvedThrough all that time and all these monthsI stopped many
times to question youWell I told you that it was the right thing
to doWell it's better to have loved and lost(Ah but
it's better not to lose)Then to never have loved at
all(Never have loved, never have loved at all)Well it's
better to have loved and lost(Ah but it's better not to
lose)Then to always be alone(Always be alone)In your heartBut I
knew that this was just for nowAnd the time would take its toll
upon us allWell it would break our heartsTear it apartBut no one
understoodThe affairs of the heartWell it's better to have
loved and lostThen to never have loved at all(Never have loved,
never have loved at all)Well it'll break your heartTear it
apartBut no one understands(No one understands)The affairs of
the heart