I see 2 initials on a tree
Of how in love we used to be
But that was many years ago
Before the rain did come and go.
Now seeing them I wonder why..
Why our love did grow then die
It was so big, but now so small
Why did we ever love at all?
You're off and gone with someone new
And now you say that this one's true.
But like those initials always there
That's how for you I'll always care
And maybe one day soon you'll find
Our love was not "a frame of mind".
But on that fateful day you'll see
That i am not still waiting around
And our initialed tree has been cut down.