Nostalgia

3 AM in my bed thinking bout my mistakes

Could I've done that differently, should I cope my aches?

Haven't left my room in months, when I do it feels so fake

I'm too fucked up for this world

Do you remember that time we were at the party?

We talked about how we don't want nobdody else

Now when talk we talk hardly

And my hands are shaking cuz im starting to lose myself

With you I always felt up even when I was down

And when everything was falling I gave you your crown

I was always there for you