• I'm used to it.
    It may not always be you, but
    It will always be somebody.
    So I'll continue on my way, alone,
    And remember you as I loved you,
    And as yet, love you still.

    If there ever is a day when you Regret,
    Tell me.
    Write to me,
    And I will respond
    With a smile fond in it's affection
    And "Yes, it's too bad
    That we never were."