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