Sometimes I think about it. Yeah, Sure. Sometimes I think of all the laughs. I think of the music and the way we danced, We held each other late into the night, under the stare filled skys. Moon so full and bright. Sometimes I do think of that night. Helps me cope with the pain, when I think of that day in the kitchen, listening to the pouring rain.... Remember that day? Because of you on that day, I will never be the same. The day you held a gun to my head. Screaming you should shoot me, just shoot me dead! With all your rage fuel'd by anger, you put...