I find myself sitting in class wondering
what your doing, how your doing, who your with now,
I find myself waking up with memories
of me and you and what we used to do,
I find myself at high noon wondering
why couldn't our love been as true as when I first met you,
I find myself lying in bed at night remembering
the first night when I met you...Right then I knew
I was going to always love you!
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