The other day
i found my way
to get around
to picking up the pieces
of this mess
that we made
no its to late, were both to blame
i saw your face, we looked so happy
could we have stayed that way
we'll never know
what could have happened
cause we couldnt work it out
when i think about the loving that you gave to me
sometimes i cry
when i think about the way things use to be
sometimes i cry
then i think about maybe we were meant to be
sometimes i cry
when i think about the way things use to be
now you call me reminicen on them hugs and them kisses that you gave me on the daily baby
now my nights are alone
nobody on the phone
turn the lights on to an empty home
i wish i could go back in time and rewind
somethings have to end
not love and hate theres a thin line between them
so we had to end it
before it hurt our friendship
remember that the good will always be shining back
im sorry for making you sad
when i think about the loving that you gave to me
sometimes i cry
when i think about the way things use to be
sometimes i cry
then i think about maybe we were meant to be
sometimes i cry
when i think about the way things use to be
tell me what you want to do
baby girl still here for you
no need for you to cry no more
i know its hard to let us go
pictures and the letters remind me of the good times what we had and we shared and we cared about eachother
time goes on and people change
and its sad cause our love will never be the same
but time goes on
and people change
cause our love will never be the same
when i think about the loving that you gave to me
sometimes i cry
when i think about the way things use to be
sometimes i cry
then i think about maybe we were meant to be
sometimes i cry
when i think about the way things use to be
when i think about the loving that you gave to me
sometime im okay sometimes im going crazy
when i think about the way things use to be
sometimes its so hard to forget about you baby
then i think about maybe we were meant to be
sometimes im okay sometimes im going crazy
when i think about the way things use to be
sometimes its so hard to forget about you baby





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