I miss the times, back when, You'd put your hand in
mine. They were so warm and you'd
lay your head, on my shoulder, while your cheeks
turned red when you blushed
Memories of good times, like postcards that I'll never find
again, once so precious, now forgotten in the corners of the
dark. I'm getting used to this feeling of regret, that was
caused by the fact that I wasted your time and you wasted mine
Your eyes, they guided me like, pretty blue
lights, once looked so clean and so safe and I tried
to get you out of my mind, it's so hard to
find, you used to be so kind
Memories of good times, like postcards that I'll never find
again, once so precious, now forgotten in the corners of the
dark. I'm getting used to this feeling of regret, that was
caused by the fact that I wasted your time and you wasted mine
Though, I believe the both of us will be fine
We just need some space and we just need some time
‘Cause I can see in your eyes, that you lost your trust
But if we'll keep holding on, it's gonna be alright
Memories of good times, like postcards that I'll never find
again, once so precious, now forgotten in the corners of the
dark. I'm getting used to this feeling of regret, that was
caused by the fact that I wasted your time and you wasted mine

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