Summer's gone, it could not stay. It ran it's path, it's yesterday. Like a moment's fire that lost it's burn. It faded fast and won't return. . So I walk on and make my memories.
For every stupid thing that happens to you. Every single thing I say. Did you stain a waist line into gray. Every little thing just creeps up on you. A bumpy road.
Look at what mess i made. If i paid attention, maybe then you might have stayed. Deserted you, in the middle of the night. one to many times and askin why(askin why).