Remember the good times.

Because at one time they did exist.

Remember all the thing I did great with you.

Before I made a mistake that cost me you.

We are quick to remember bad.

As, if it was something I planned.

I’m not a plotter.

Trying to work out details.

Besides those are things I don’t do well.

Those tears I cry.

They are for real.

Unlike those vocals that say.

They aren’t sincere.

Now they think they now me.

When I’m speaking only to you.

Your friends wants to be reporters.

Acting like they are reporting the news.

Just remember the good times.

And you’ll find.

They wasn’t so bad.

It’s just our love came to a terrible end.

Least we still remain friends.

We just don’t want to share love once more.