It was 8pm when the festival was done
We wrote our pseudonym on the side of the road
I felt like reliving the past,

Everything was simple back then
No conflict, no heartbreak just our love we had for each other;

The past will always be a good reminder
Sometimes a great place to walk on from time to time
But never a good place to stay.

My heart asks me,
"Why can't we stay the way we were?"
My mind simply replies,
"Because we grew up."