once....

once....that's how you always know someone is talking about their past it's sad that the love and happiness lie there...in the past like flipping through a photo album...remember that- when i was in love and oh look, that's when i used to smile all the time for no reason other than thinking of him... once you used to make me smile just by knowing you were there now i just wonder when you're leaving knowing you wont be here long so how can i possibly be happy the way i used to things aren't the same as they once were