L'elan VitalEnglish Clash

I saw you,
wanted you.
I touched you,
I left a scar.
I felt you,
tasted you.
I f*cked you.
I let you fall, hard.

You can't force love and I'm not in love.

Severed like a rotten limb,
the phantom sense is there.
Our ways never had a chance.
I wish she wasn't quite so rare.

But, you can't force love.