Me? Thinking about you? How ridiculous
I always do , everything reminds me of you and I hate it
December reminds me of you, cold and everyone loves it, which I have no sweet memories of
Four years will soon pass, where we were young and stupid, I was
You know how to played it well
I can't forget you or let go of you
There, at the deepest and worst point of my life I will find you
The question is ..
'Were we just friends? Were we even friends'
I'm dying, it hurts,
and it's not good feeling .. never be
It's pain
