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&