And all of the time you thought I was sad I was trying to remember your face.
It's nothing but time and a face that you lose.I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose.
I'll write you a postcard. I'll send you the news. From a house down the road from real love.
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave:
You were all that I wanted. I gave what I gave.
I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over.
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.
