Separate ways

As I sit here,
Wishing that you was here,
All alone,
Wondering,
If I should call you on the phone,
Thinking of the good times we had,
Even the days you was mad,
But now that you have moved on,
I must try hard to carry on,
I know it will be hard,
And when we was together,
I thought you and me,
Would last forever,
As I started to move on,
I started to cry,
When they started to play our song,
And not knowing what to do,
A part of me wanted to say,
I still love you,
As I started to speak,
A tear started to run down my cheek,
Because I can see,
That deep down,
You still love me.