i miss the way we used to be

so care-free and happy

depression was a foreign word

you smelled so good

i can still see you when i close my eyes

i can still feel you prescence in my mind

the movies never end

Shakespeare and laughs

conversations that never got old

jokes no one understood

i've killed you now

in my mind at least

you covered my with sin

and i'm just startin' to break free

Sometimes, I just wanan fly away...