The Kids We Used To Be.. Part IV

So this is the song I write for everyone who I never forgot.
The kids we used to be are all dead, gone and forgotten.
Black eyed boys and bright eyed girls,
Friday night love and Saturday morning regrets,
Summers came and went, but the love never left.

So let's bring back the best years,
Nights spent hanging out not giving a f*ck, being down on our luck.
Some people say that best friends stay same, but I'll prove you wrong.

{ Your Demise }

two comments

Wrote two years ago
@stale-hope Thank you sooo much!! :3

Wrote two years ago
#ohsopictures this is so lovely


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