Breakin' Up
Teen Idols
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