It used to be so easy once
To picture us together,
And it used to be so natural
To talk about forever.
But used to be’s don’t matter now
Since you walked out the door.
I can’t think about what used to be,
‘Cause you don’t love me anymore.
It used to be so simple then
To sort things out together,
And it used to be so wonderful
To think we’d last forever.
But used to be’s are memories
Lying scattered on the floor.
I could think about what used to be,
But I don’t want to anymore.
Oct. 2, 1990
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