When the golden sun
finally sets behind the hills
and you are watching it
its last beautiful rays shine
holding hands with your new lover
think of me
of how we used to be
as you sweep her invading fringe
and tuck it behind her ears
remember how it used to be
me and you all those years
but your with someone new
and i cant get over it thinking
of how we used to be
but in time it move on
i know that i have to be strong
because you are no longer mine
to watch the beautiful sunset with
to hold hands with
think of me
and how it used to be.
