The other day 

i found my way 

to get around 

to picking up the pieces 

of this mess 

that we made 

no its to late, were both to blame 

i saw your face, we looked so happy 

could we have stayed that way 

we'll never know 

what could have happened 

cause we couldnt work it out 



when i think about the loving that you gave to me 

sometimes i cry 

when i think about the way things use to be 

sometimes i cry 

then i think about maybe we were meant to be 

sometimes i cry 

when i think about the way things use to be 



now you call me reminicen on them hugs and them kisses that you gave me on the daily baby 

now my nights are alone 

nobody on the phone 

turn the lights on to an empty home 

i wish i could go back in time and rewind 

somethings have to end 

not love and hate theres a thin line between them 

so we had to end it 

before it hurt our friendship 

remember that the good will always be shining back 

im sorry for making you sad 



when i think about the loving that you gave to me 

sometimes i cry 

when i think about the way things use to be 

sometimes i cry 

then i think about maybe we were meant to be 

sometimes i cry 

when i think about the way things use to be 



tell me what you want to do 

baby girl still here for you 

no need for you to cry no more 

i know its hard to let us go 

pictures and the letters remind me of the good times what we had and we shared and we cared about eachother 

time goes on and people change 

and its sad cause our love will never be the same 

but time goes on 

and people change 

cause our love will never be the same 



when i think about the loving that you gave to me 

sometimes i cry 

when i think about the way things use to be 

sometimes i cry 

then i think about maybe we were meant to be 

sometimes i cry 

when i think about the way things use to be 



when i think about the loving that you gave to me 

sometime im okay sometimes im going crazy 

when i think about the way things use to be 

sometimes its so hard to forget about you baby 

then i think about maybe we were meant to be 

sometimes im okay sometimes im going crazy 

when i think about the way things use to be 

sometimes its so hard to forget about you baby