I found under my bed a picture of us, with our pinkies locked
and I remember when we both said we'd we never let go
and now we are here.
Still only living three houses away
we couldn't be any further apart
My parents taught me to never brake a promise
even if someone brakes theirs
and now I hold a box of all your stuff I can't bare to look at anymore
and time had played its games with us
we just moved on and slowly but surely separated.
I never anted to let go
I never wanted to move on
I just want to go back to the days when we would sit in your tree house
and talk about how we would be famous one day
and we would make the stars jealous of us
all this before we had even started school
and look at us now
total strangers from who we used to be
with completely new people in our lives
to make pointless promises
that we say we will keep in out hearts
But I will always remember those days
that we had
and that we charished
