Since you have moved forward
To other women and such...

Three months have long past
Since the day I last saw you...

Since you have moved forward
To other women and such...

I didn't have any regrets
Until you came along...

One phone call you stopped my heart
With your voice of angels tears...

One year
With a green ball gown, i got your time...

It seems as though my muse has returned
To help me write again...

Regret for the decisions we've made
To end this thing we had...

A rush of cold floods my veins
At the news of your departure...

All I want is your embrace
As I lay awake in the dark...

It's like every word is to wound me
Every breath is to beat me...

This troubled and knowing mind of mine
already knows the end of this tale...