The other day, I found a way,

To get around, to picking up the pieces,

Of this mess, that we made,

No it's too late, we're both to blame,

I saw your face, we looked so happy,

Could we have stayed, that way,

We'll never know what could've happened, 

Cuz we couldn't work it out,



(I wonder why)

When I think about the loving that you gave to me,

(Sometimes I cry)

When I think about the way things used to be,

(Sometimes I think)

Then I think about baby we were meant to be,

(Sometimes I cry)

When I think about the way things used to be,



Now you got me reminising on them hugs and them kisses that you gave me on a daily baby,

Now my nights are alone,

Nobody on the phone,

Tiill the lights on,

To an empty home I wish I could go back in time and be right,

Somethings have to end,

Now Love and Hate, theres a thin line between them,

So we have to end it before we hurt our friendship,

Remember that the good will always out shine the bad,

I'm sorry for making you sad,



(I wonder why)

When I think about the loving that you gave to me,

(Sometimes I cry)

When I think about the way things used to be,

(Sometimes I think)

Then I think about baby we were meant to be,

(Sometimes I cry)

When I think about the way things used to be,



Tell me what yo wanna do,

Babygirl I'm still here for you,

No need for you to cry no more,

I know it's hard to let us go,

Pictures and letters remind me of the good times,

What we had and we shared when we cared about eachother,

But times go on and people change,

And now I'm beacause our love will never be the same,

But times go on and people change,

Cuz our love will never be the same,



(I wonder why)

When I think about the loving that you gave to me,

(Sometimes I cry)

When I think about the way things used to be,

(Sometimes I think)

Then I think about baby we were meant to be,

(Sometimes I cry)

When I think about the way things used to be,



(I wonder why)

When I think about the loving that you gave to me,

(Sometimes I cry)

When I think about the way things used to be,

(Sometimes I think)

Then I think about baby we were meant to be,

(Sometimes I cry)

When I think about the way things used to be