When was the last time you thought of me?         

Or have you completely erased me from your memory?

I often think about where I went wrong,

The more I do, the less I know.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited, 

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it, 

I had hoped you'd see my face, And that 

you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over