Used to Be

At night I think of you,
And all the wonderful things we’ve been through.
Missing what we had,
And wishing it wasn’t so bad.
I want it to be the same as it used to be,
Me liking you and you liking me.
All the fun times we shared,
And knowing that you really cared.
Driving in your car all around town,
And sneaking out after sundown.
At night I still think of you…

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