Used to scared of getting tripped
Now I am feeling kind of alike
And I hide and I sigh with the memories rushing out of my mind
We trust we could handle that loveBut
I wish that I had enough luckNo
You used to play me funny tricks on the way back home we've painted a perfect picture
Why do we choose to break up
When everything feels to getting tough
I guess I shall walk back to the past find love pieces and I gon pick them up
But I tryna get you outta my mind
And I might forget who am I
Raise my head up
Melody in the sky is calling my back
But
I know past is the past
