I spend all day thinking of you.
Why can't that end?
Why can't I think of someone else,
What can I do?
A truth I can't break or even bend.
All I do is let time tell me what it tells.

That I hate you,
That I love you,
I miss you,
For all we had,
For the times we weren't sad,
For good or bad.

So here’s to the past,
As I take another swig.
Here’s to what could have been,
As I chug the last.
We could have made it big,
But for a love that could not be seen.

To what we could not bine,
Here’s to you, love of mine.