It’s strange to think the songs we used to sing, the smiles, the flowers, everything.. is gone.You say that you’d take it all back, given one chance.. I shouldn’t be asking myself why.. You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet.. You should’ve said , baby and you might still have me. You can see that I’ve been crying and, baby, you know all the right things to say.. But do you honestly expect me to believe we could ever be the same? You say that the past is the past, you need one chance.. I can’t resist.. before you go, tell me this..