Three years this December, how long its been funny though how easy to remember in him, in us all the things I'd seen in who i used to be so will it be the same our future together so easy to see. Three years this December.
Watching her from across the room like a stranger whose face reminds me of someone trying to place where I've seen that expression pain in her eyes is familiar we could have been so alike a compliment i can see where it could have gone but too late someone didn't love the other enough or too much