Trisha Yearwood: "This is me you're talking to"

This was bound to happen
It was just a matter of time
This town is just too small for
Us to really say goodbye
You're smiling that smile that
You get when you're nervous
Like you don't quite know what to do

But this is me you're talking to
This is me you're talking to

I've heard you met somebody
It didn't take you very long
And I'll admit it isn't easy
Knowing you've moved on
But I can see how you could make any woman
Fall deep in love with you

This is me you're talking to
Me, the one who really knows you
Me, the one whose heart you've broken
Me, the one who was still hopin'
You might be missing me

We don't have to do this
We don't have to act like friends
As much as I would love to
I really just don't think I can
You don't have to tell me that you really love me
After all we have been through

'Cause this is me you're talking to
Me, the one who really knows you
Me, the one whose heart you've broken
Me, the one who was still hopin'
You might be missing me
Oh, and you don't have to say that you do

This is me you're talking to
This is me you're talking to

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