I don’t think of you anymore.
I don’t think of what could have been,
Or what I could have said.
And here I thought I would be forever haunted
By your goodbye.
Or was it your white lie?
Leaving me high and dry.
I don’t think of you anymore.
I don’t think of what could have been,
Or what I could have said.
And here I thought I would be forever haunted
By your goodbye.
Or was it your white lie?
Leaving me high and dry.