The Isley Brothers - Nevermore

It's the same old story
Of love that's lost and gone
With someone brokenhearted
Left with memories all alone

Yes, here I stand, the lonely one
In search of an escape
A prisoner of the memory
Of love I recognized too late

I turn my mirrors to the wall
For I cannot bear to see
The elegance and vanity
That fill my life with agony

There's no escape for me, not from your memories
I cannot, I cannot run
I am just making sense of this, I shall
Among the echoes of the wrong I've done

But the irony about memories
Is the reality that I will see you nevermore
(I will see you nevermore) Nevermore