by Kristen McKenzie
Used to think I knew who you really were
Could pick your face out in a crowd of millions
Identify your cries in a room full of tears
Yet I don't know your favourite things
What puts a smile on your face, anyway?
What truly makes your heart sing?
Do you still think about me often
The way I always think about you?
Do you sit and wish I'd stop in?
Can you remember the sound of my voice?
Yours is fading in my mind these days
Were you forced to leave or was it your choice?
Can you see my smile when you close your eyes?
Yours is here with me every passing day
Do you still wish I could be there to stop your cries?
Used to think I knew who you really were
Could pick your face out in a crowd of millions
Identify your cries in a room full of tears
