Woorden: Last Summer. Other. Downtown.

Sick of being me
Maybe I drink too much to think
Maybe I think too much to see (fuck me)
Going home after another friday night
Can't see the skyline because the fog has taken it all away
Think about the friends I had growing up
How they were there for me
Now we've gone our own ways
I know that it'll never be that way again
It'll never be the same
My old friends are just a memory
Wish I was young again
Doing stupid things with my friends
Seems like as the years go by life gets more and more crazy
Like I think back to that night when my sister tried to take her life
I don't know how much more of that I could take
If it were only a dream
How I would just wake up and she would be okay
Do they all feel the same?
Wonder if they remember those days
I know that everything has to change
Nothing ever stays the same
This place isn't what it used to be
Hope they haven't forgotten about me