Chorus
No, it doesn’t matter to me now.
Oh’ what could or might have been
No, no you won’t find me all alone
crying to myself over what we had back then.
I will not remember when.
verse II
A pact was made between us.
The rules were all etched in stone
but, they were only words.
Actions speak so much louder and she let all of hers.
Do all the talking for her.
repeat Chorus
Clifford S. Knizley
May 11, 1997
Copyright, Clifford S. Knizley, 1997