and when i'm thirty years old,
with a weathered heart,
and an awry smile,
i'll think about all our youth,
i'll think about you.
and when i feel like crying myself to sleep,
with the darkness surrounding me,
as if i've only been surrounded by sadness,
i'll think about the way you made me smile,
i'll think about the way you made me cry.
and in few days, when you're gone,
with nothing by my side
except a few pictures and old text messages,
i'll think about the kisses,
i'll think about the way you made me felt.
