I remember the good time,
The late nights and early mornings
Up on the phone till four in the morning.
Laughing together for no reason,
Crying for many reasons.
I remember the good times,
Now that all we can see is bad,
I want you to know that it makes me sad,
I still have the late nights.
But they aren’t spent on the phone with you,
But they are spent thinking of you.
Now that all we can see is bad,
Now that times have changed,
I want you to know I have let you go,
Its not so hard for me now, you know.
We did have fun while it lasted,
But I want you to know I have let you go.
Now that times have changed

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