It's not the objects that she gave back that broke my heart,
but the good memories turn to badThe memories behind each one we shared,
thought I was the only one who rememberedNow she got new friends,
fake and materialisticI knew it'd be like this,
still I'm thankful for the rideThe wind don't feel the same anymore,
some days I don't think it ever willJust know I'll ride,
for myself not youYou made it finally click,
if I can ride for myself can anyone even compete?