Remember the times we had
the places we went
they all seem to slip away
while i stand here by your grave
and i cant bring myself to laugh
but i cant bring myself to cry
and all that sits upon my face
is the blankest stare.
My friends they tell me i gotta move on.
but theres something that clings on.
i see you walking down the street holding another man’s hand.
your as good as dead to me,
but the pain wont seem to slip away
I wanna hold your hand
i wanna walk you down the street
but every time we are together
you seem to forget me
cause hes your man
and thats the way this story seems to…
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