Do you still remember march to june, when we're still friends, we hugged and smiled felling the grass over our feets, we're so happy and our guard was so down, i dint even see the love coming from the morning mist, but even if i see it, i would let him get us, but the mist was not for me, the mist was for everyone but me, and now seeing you in the crowd make me so sad i just wanna die