Would you still recognize me
Face full of hair
Eyes of despair
Would you know this was your boy
Or am I too removed from who you knew
When I was me to you
When I was me to you
Would you call me your friend
Sat back in those chairs
It was our little lair
It was brotherhood then
But all things end
I didn't mean to offend
When I was me to you
When I was me to you
Would you love me more
If I opened up doors
Showed up with flowers though I'm poor
When did love become a chore
Was I always such a bore
Since I was a boy
When I was me to you
When I was me
When I was me to you