Текстове на песни: Greg Holden. Both.

The painful past, it haunts me everyday.
I think sometimes that if things didn't work out this way,
Then maybe you'd have stayed and we could

Both spend our time
Just acting fine,
Both play some games
And paint sometimes.
I wish that I had wrote a long time ago,
Then maybe I'd have known you

Don't think that I don't remember when
I saw you cry on that late December evening
Why couldn't I make my own decisions?
'Cause I was only seven.
Ooh ooh.

Do you still think of me?
Do you still pray for me?
'Cause I need to know that sooner than lately.
'Cause I still think of you
And oh, I still pray for you
And I probably shouldn't do 'cause after all I been told not to

It was your choice,
I had no voice,
It's based on fact
And all we got is that
I wish that I had wrote a long time ago,
Then maybe I'd have known you.

Don't think that I don't remember when
I saw you cry on that late December evening
Why couldn't I make my own decisions?
'Cause I was only seven.
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh.

It was your choice,
I had no voice,
It's based on fact
And all we got is that
I wish that I had wrote a long time ago,
Then I'd have known you,
Maybe I'd have known you,
Maybe I'd have known you.

Don't think that I don't remember when
I saw you cry on that late December evening
Why couldn't I make my own decisions?
'Cause I was only seven.


(Thanks to Emily for these lyrics)