I found a photo in my house It was you at the lake Behind that beautiful smile Are the hills and the trees Im sorry I wasnt there Im sorry Im always late Im sorry I wasnt able to go with you On that vacation tour You said youll be waiting but you dont I have seen you with somebody else When I see you walking with that boy I can feel it was supposed to be me I cant wait for you to be free again I wont be holding for so much time Not for so much time This is hell when youre just twelve years old And you dont know how to stop Please just try to be as we were before I am here waiting for you to come Im still the guy you wanted to know