So Glad We Met کے بول

I wrote some words About a girl I met when I was sixteen She don't mean all the much to me these days Still I keep memories inside my head, inside my heart I take them with me I leave her all alone To her own devices Cigarettes and alcohol And books about lost boys and broken girls Who love to lose themselves to their desperate vices And skip town when things get too bad And if I saw her now Don't think I'd recognize her face - only her voice It's been so long and we both have grown I never kept and pictures of us But some things never change Sometimes you are Such a sweet reminder Of good things still Left to be discovered If we only meant one thing we said "...so glad we met."