Rosemont. Last Time Around. Toffee. Zeneszám

You?re looking at me. I?m looking at my feet. Hiding my feelings, not able to speak. Now you have to go, a month forgetting this day. And I have nothing to say in a million different ways.

Letting you go was the hardest thing to do and a harder thing so say this one last time. Being alone was the hardest thing to do. This broken heart of mine, and wondering of you.

I was right there in the front row watching you go the last time. The last one and there?s a chance of stopping you now? I wish I knew.

Now I?m watching your face thinking of two years. For a sign of hope, for a sign of care. And everything goes by too quick to realize. And I see no regret by the blank look in your eyes.