You know, I can't forget what I saw the last - The bright red dress or the yellow sash. The cold blew in with the past the day I left my body and never came back. Was in my tenth grade year when I lost my love. She told me that she'd had enough. The cold blew in and it burned the day I left my body and never returned. And you watch your baby become a lady, And you cry, but maybe then You'll get a chance again. I brought an open heart and a big bouquet, The perfect gift for a summer day. You never know when you'll become a man. I left that flower and never came back. And you watch your baby become a lady, And you cry, but maybe She'll get a chance to save me. In the time she kissed me, she became my history. I would k** to try again. I'll get a chance again.