Everyday The same old thing The same fake together The same forgetting to remember.
Hi How are you? I'm fine That's good
Same time, same place Pass in the hall You say the same thing. I feel the same sting.
Truth is, I'm barely holding it together with each and every time I remember. That we were once beautiful in everything we did. But I won't tell you that. I don't want you to know I still love you, I still care. I never would.