Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin’ for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye...
he has no idea what goes on through her mind - - <3
S H E ` S S O G O O D A T P R E TE N D i N G
he will never know how many tears are fallen each
night for him.. nor the endless hours that she wastes
thinking.. maybe; just maybe.. *