How did it come to this?
I think about you all the time.
It's no excuse, but I wish that I never made you cry.
I'm not sorry that it's over,
but for the way we let it end.
I couldn't find the words to say.
I hate to think all you had of me,
is a memory I left you,
spaced between what was meant to be and the mess that it turned into.
And you should know, please believe me.
I pick the phone a thousand times and tried to dial your number.
But it's been so long,
it's never easy.
It's like trying to spin the world the other way.
But what can I say?
