When I think about what we used to be

When I think about what we used to be,

I cry and cry in spite of me.

It just seems crazy that was just last year,

Just last year I barely cried one tear.

Now I'm just hoping maybe tomorrow,

Maybe tomorrow there'll be no more sorrow.

Maybe tomorrow you'll give me a glance,

Maybe tomorrow you'll give me one last chance.

Maybe tomorrow you'll give me a call,

Maybe tomorrow I won't cry at all.

Maybe tomorrow you'll hug me tight,

Maybe tomorrow you'll kiss me good night.

Maybe tomorrow you'll take back my heart,

Maybe you'll give me a brand new start.

I'm living with dreams that won't come true,

For you will never love me as I love you.