When I think of us
When I think of us, and how it used to be,
I can’t breathe, I don’t want to breathe.
When I think of us, I can still feel the feeling,
nothing comes close, nothing could ever come close.
When I think of us, it just doesn’t make sense,
should I believe that it’s over? I don’t want to believe that it’s over.
When I think of us, I think of the memories,
I wonder if you remember. I hope to God you remember.
