Well here it is a quarter after three in the morning
and I\'m all alone again...I wish you would call me or
come over and keep me company don\'t you know I\'d give
anything to be your everything again but we\'re not even
any longer friends you\'d think after all these years I
would have learned to let you go...they say just get
over it, Just Forget It but that is easier said than
done...hope continues to haunt my heart, holding onto
any flicker of light in the dark maybe when Saturn
loses it wings I\'ll finally learn not to care but \'til
then I\'m a long ways of being there, no I can\'t get over
you and I can\'t just forget the love we shared...well
was I born to live a life of solitude, was I meant to
suffer through the seasons like a ghost holding onto a
dream of you...they say just get over it already at
last but I can\'t forget, I Just Can\'t Forget the past.