And
tonight,
I'm going back.
I'm looking at our pictures,
I'm reading our old texts,
I'm reading the notes i wrote you,
but forget to give you,
I'm remembering our good times,
I'm slightly feeling glad,
I loved those times, but in photographs they'll stay.
Now, i start to cry, because i miss it that way you+ me, it was
destiny,
why did we have to say
goodbye?
