I always think,
Think about how things used to be between us,
My mind lingers upon all of the memories,
It makes me think of all the hurt,
Everything I think is about you and 'us',
How much I used to miss you,
Now it seems there was nothing really there,
Like it was erased from time,
All I have left are the sweet memories,
You know you think about me too,
Maybe not all the time but occasionally,
You know exactly how I feel,
I just cant believe,
Somethin that lasted that long was over within a couple of hours,
I always think,
Think about how things used to be,
And how they will never be again...
