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