It always seams like you want somthing more when its gone, like you didnt want it before, like an apple that now only has a core,theres nobody like you here nobody as good but I knew this day was coming and I knew this day was coming and I knew that you would, but now thats all a memorie athing in the past and now that the day is her i say O... I knew it wouldent last, but the truth is that night when you where holding my hand I didn't feal like we were in a living room but a hole different land, Iknow you didnt rely forget you just had to make up a lye
but what you didnt know was how many nights I lay in my bed and cry,
onw there is only one qeustion I ask myself now, why did you think you had to lye?