"We're under the same sky"
A romanticized memory.
Now I see,
It was nothing more than fantasy.
You and I,
We were never "meant to be"
I've seen the past the anger that you hide beneath.
It's hard to see why we ever thought that we could be.
But,
I remember all the nights that you were there for me.
On call while I counted the few stars I could see.