She called me Ade, just one last time,
and I was flooded with memories, of when she was mine.
Of every last moment, and each "I love you",
the dreams that we'd share, and the things that we'd do,
and though I'm in love with the girl that I see,
I'm all too aware, she doesn't love me,
but if just for a moment, I thought that she did,
I'd regret to no end, all the love I have hid.