Hurts Like Hell Songtext
von Wrabel

It′s been two years, eight months, and a day
Walking 'round in New York, in the rain
And right now, I′m a walking cliché
It's been two years, eight months, nothing's changed

I′m out here trying to love somebody
I tell myself I′m doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell

Where'd you meet?
Where′s he from?
What's his name?
Does he touch?
Does he love you the same?
And I know, I′m a walking cliché
It's been two years, eight months, nothing′s changed

I'm out here trying to love somebody
I tell myself I'm doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell


By now you′re probably loving somebody
By now you′re probably doing well
But every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell

It still hurts like hell
It still hurts like hell

I close my eyes
You're here in my mind
Close my eyes
You′re here for a while

I'm out here trying to love somebody
I′m out here all by myself
And every time I think about you
It still hurts like hell

By now you're probably loving somebody
By now you′re probably doing well (Probably loving somebody)
But every time I think about you (Oh yeah)
It still hurts like hell

Yeah, oh, it still hurts like hell
Yeah, oh, it still hurts like hell