most people expect me to be bitter
truth is, i'm not
I should be
but I'm not.
I hate to keep bringing you up but I can't help it.
When we explored to woods together.
you grabbed my hand and i fell even harder
you told me how beautiful i was and i didn't believe you
we sat up high on the rock wall
we watched as the clouds began to cover the sun
the rain began to pour
you & i ran, hand-in-hand
i felt like mt life would never get better than that moment
i wish i could go back, under that oak tree
I wish i could go back so i could hug you, and tell you how much you mean to me
I wish i would have grabbed you and kissed your lips
I'll never have the chance again
