I'm sorry it turned out this way
I'll see you around sometime I'm sure
I just couldn't go on living like that anymore
I sit and stare often transfixed
thinking of the ways this could end
I've seen it played out a thousand different ways
the story doesn't matter the end remains the same
still i wouldn't trade our story for a thousand different ends
maybe sometime later we can still be friends
I saw you passing by today
it had been a long long while
your eyes had caught mine
but you didn't return the smile
i thought maybe we could be friends
but I still wouldn't trade our story for any other end