What must I do?

Do I have to call you on the phone,
or beg you to come home?
In every which way,
I remember the times we spent day after day...
or then I remember the things you used to say!
What it used to be, of you and me..
I hurt inside, and these feelings begin to collide.
I can't deny, these feelings that make me want to cry.
There are times I think, and my heart begins to sink.
I want you to hold me tight, to say that "everything's gonna be alright"
I know it's never what it used to be...
And knowing we're both about to set free; it's now all a memory.
I know I said I loved you so, and
still promise I'd never let you go.