Tell it how you used to believe it,
with real conviction in your eyes.
Tell me the story of how we first met,
before all of the bickering and the lies.
Tell it how you used to mean it,
when "i love you" was more than words.
Tell me the times before you learned regret,
before the idea of love wasn't so absurd.
Tell it how you used to feel it,
the story of a romance so real.
Tell me how in your hand, mine used to fit,
before our relationship became some sort of ordeal.
And then tell it how it really is,
these two different people we have become.
And ill remind you of what "IT" really is,
the story of how two people become one.
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC
Tell it how you used to believe it,
with real conviction in your eyes.
Tell me the story of how we first met,
before all of the bickering and the lies.
Tell it how you used to mean it,
when "i love you" was more than words.
Tell me the times before you learned regret,
before the idea of love wasn't so absurd.
Tell it how you used to feel it,
the story of a romance so real.
Tell me how in your hand, mine used to fit,
before our relationship became some sort of ordeal.
And then tell it how it really is,
these two different people we have become.
And ill remind you of what "IT" really is,
the story of how two people become one.