Playing soccer in the grass, those were the days, playing football with the neighbors, getting tackled to the ground, you were there, everyday, to play, with me,and i didn't see, that you were there, everywhere, knowing what to say, and when, why it happened, and how, you were there and i didn't see, the truth, about you, and when you left, i got depressed, trying to forget, and telling myself, you'll never come back, that when you do, you know it's true, you'll need to know, that i'm still here, in the same house, living in the past, wanting you to come back.