Someday missing me...

I'm sitting here thinking,
of what used to be,
What used to be you and me.

Wondering if you've thought about how we were. Or maybe your just thinking only of her.

You and I know alike, that she will never fill my place.
You can never be the same, knowing you won't ever again touch my face.

Someday you'll be missing me.
It will all hit you like a train.
Knowing that you have missed the chance of a lifetime, and how you'll now just feel pain.

Love was all I asked of you, and to be yourself for once.
But i guess that was just way to hard, so now you'll always be scarred.

This could have been good. We could have been different. But it has ended way before it has even started, i guess it was better that we parted.