Sometimes i think of you & i remember the good times,
sometimes i remember you & i want to forget you...
sometimes i wish i was wit you...& i wish you were still mine...
sometimes i know i forget you & i wonder how can that happen??
when most of the time you helped me out & was my friend...
I remember the bad times & i want to know how did it end up this way...
but no matter what i said you wouldnt stay...
all you were really good at was walking away anyways...right??
