I don't want to think aboutnthe way things werenCause i've been living in the pastnfor too may yearsnand i can't stand the ache of knowing that.nnI've lost pieces of my life that i can't replacenThe only thing you can count on is changenI don't want to think about the time that's passednbecause it's created a chasm between us that we can't crossnnand I can't understandnhow we could have let this happen to us nit happened to usnWe drifted apart,nwe drifted awaynfrom our common foundations.nThe only thing you can count on is change.nYeah, changennIt hurts to grow older.nIt hurts to lose touch.nIt hurts to remember.nIt hurts to give up.nIt hurts to grow older.nIt hurts to look back.nIt hurts to remembernthose days, those weeks, those monthsni miss the past