Walking so delicately,
down the riverbank.
Touching the water softly,
by the riverbank.

How I wish we still,
had it all.
Not everything is meant to be,
some things must fall.

I remember when we use to,
sit here for hours.
Looking up at the trees,
and how they towered over us.

I thought that maybe,
we weren't the same.
But turns out,
we all play love's game.

I held you and you held me,
it was magic.
But soon we drifted out of reach,
it was tragic.

We were meddling teenagers,
no surprises.
But thing fall down, crumble apart,
when we're left to our own devices.

I wouldn't say I hate you,
and I hope you don't hate me.
Things just didn't work,
and that's how it has to be.

How I wish we still,
had it all.
Not everything it meant to be,
some things must fall.

But next time,
you crumble down,
fall to the ground,
I will be there.

Next time,
you think it's the end,
and you need a friend,
I will be there.

Because although we are no longer one,
and although our time has come and gone,
I still believe in love after all,
and so I will be there.