• How can I start this?
    I can't find the words to say
    I ask myself these same questions
    Every single day
    I try to let the past
    Stay where it is
    But, it keeps coming back to where
    I'm just plain sick of it
    Whenever you touch me
    Or just wave your hand
    All these questions come back
    That I can never understand
    Why did it have to end?
    Why did we go our seperate ways?
    I ask myself these same questions
    Every single day