hurts like hell

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 tryna 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 tryna 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 I close my eyes, you're here for a while I'm out here tryna 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 But every time I think about you Oh, yeah, it still hurts like hell, yeah Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah It still hurts like hell Yeah, oh, yeah It still hurts like hell