With every summers end, you lose a dearest friend to the wind. And I cannot remember, the voice that sang inside her.
I'll try my best to stay 14 and tucked away, like it was. And I cannot remember a face to paint a picture. And I will never forget you, someway - somehow. A place I feel I never knew.
And I will never forget this. I'd trade my soul for another chance to see it through.