No idea

I feel like a blindman
I'm trying to see
I feel like a child
Who turned wrong and was left to be
Yes, i can see that i'm not good enough
Or is it just a memory that's haunting me?

Your love has grown cold
Years roll by, i find ways to change
Thus i think i've been payed
And sometimes i think i am, my my my my, going so
Oh, it's the winding road
I hope you come walking through the door

Your love has grown cold
Can it be that i'm not good enough? no...
We used to have it so good
The time was right
I can see you have just kissed me with your love
With your love, with your love...