Testo Breakin' Up

Remember back to you and me
And the way things were suppose to be
Remember how we'd run and play
And now those things just fadde away

But I tried, I tried
I can't see why we'd have to say goodbye
Thinkin' 'bout the old grey shed
And the pile of straw we called a bed
How we would waste our summer days
And now those memories are just a haze

What does it matter to ya
If I can see right through ya
What does it matter to ya
Can't ya see the lies were true

But when I see you now and then
With your arms around another man
It takes me back to you and me
And the way things were suppose to be