I don't think that I can handle watching you fade away, another day, without getting a chance to take my years of mistakes. I hope I haven't come to late. I'll do my best to explain once and for all I'm to blame. I can't believe the time I've wasted. Is this how growing up is supposed to be? Isn't this what growing older means. Isn't this what growing apart means? I hope it's not that hard for you to find the good in what we've shared because I know it's been too long. Would you tell me even if you remembered the last time I was sitting by your side. Oh, we had good times. I can't beleive the time I've wasted. Is this how growing up is supposed to be? I Isn't this what growing older means? Isn't this what growing apart means?