She laughed when she loved me,
she laughed and she cried
When she thought so much of me,
she left me without a goodbye
Did she really love me,
or was she trying not to find
Words that really mean goodbye?
Did she really need me,
or was she worried that without me
She must take a look inside?
Well I'm searching for a patch of clear,
to find the reason why
I'm searching
for a patch of clear,
to give my loneliness goodbye
loneliness goodbye
All the good times are hazy,
and I'm trying to find
Within this confusion,
some logic,
some reason,
or rhyme
Did she really love me,
or was she trying not to find Words that really mean goodbye?
Did she really need me,
or was she worried that without me
She must take a look inside?