Yet again i find myself staring
at that picture in a frame
questioning how it happened
how things turned out this way
reminiscing on the past
and the memories left behind
wondering how things would be different
if you never said goodbye
now baby i'm not bitter
cuz i know what we had was real
but your memory still gets to me every now and again
and heartache is all i feel
so leave me on this cold hardwood floor
to gather up my pride
to push away the past and all our memories left inside
it's my turn now to admit that we are through
so here i go right through that door
goodbye to you
