Walking down an average street,
I see happy couples as they meet...

I miss you a little,
That's what some would say...

She's haunted by her past,
The little girl she used to be...

Split into tiny pieces,
Jagged edges slicing at me...

Many happy years have past,
Many memories to last...

Do you not wonder,
Why I have changed...

I did not mean to lie,
I was just scared...

Tell me, were you surprised,
When you found a scribbled note...

Love is supposed to be easy,
Why do people say that...