You don't really know what you have until it is gone;
That was how it was when you left.
You can fight and say we hate each other,
But I will still care about you;
That is the way it was when you left.
There are so many memories every where we look;
There are Happy and Sad ones,
There are Funny and embracing ones,
there are even depressing ones.
Everywhere I look I remember you,
and the good times we've had,
Sometimes I can hear our laughter on the air,
From the good times we've had,
And sometimes if we listen close enough,
We can remember what it was like.
These are the memories that we hope to never loose.
