"You know, we used to talk, we used to cry,
We thought we'd live, thought we'd die.
But now I'm just looking back,
Thinking about you.
And doing, saying things we used to do.
And asking around, looking out for you.
And your pictures sting like hell,
Seeing you sad.
But I don't know what to tell you,
and I don't know how you are,
Don't know if you're happy, with your other friends,
The ones that made us say good bye.
Cuz you got me,
I understood you,
Took things that were broken, made them new.
That was us. x3
And your pictures sting like hell,
Seeing you sad.
But I don't know what to tell you,
and I don't know how you are
Don't know if you're happy, with your other friends,The ones that made us say good bye.
Because sometimes I could use a friend,
But I'm just writing songs,
To no end. x3
And your pictures sting like hell,
Seeing you sad.
But I don't know what to tell you,
and I don't know how you are,
Don't know if you're happy, with your other friends, the ones that made us say goodbye. "
