To find a friend Is not as easy to pour a drink But even harder is To separate the good from those that stink
To realize this you spent years A little scared, sometimes with tears You will find out you're still the same And all those left, the ones to blame
Old loves die hard And I can't help it But it's tearing me apart
So what is left for you Is just to heal the scars of hate It seems a waste to try To teach an old dog newer tricks
If love appears to be a crime If hate is hip, to cheat is fine Just let me know, 'cos I'll take off I hate to hate, I want to love
Old loves die hard And I can't help it But it's tearing me apart
Old loves die hard They're far from good And they are only good from far
You create a mediocre heart-attack To find the clue for right and wrong A single word sometimes has more effect To state a point of view That could make your weakness strong
Old loves die hard And I can't help it But it's tearing me apart
Old loves die hard They're far from good And they are only good from far