I’m sorry. For all that was left unsaid.
For all the mistakes that were made.
The beauty of what we had is fading.
I remember our summer beneath the trees.
Things may change, but our time never will.
We may grow up and move on,
But our summer never will, because we were young.
Our memories will never leave me.
I wish you’d stop
And maybe you’d remember
The time of our lives.
Then maybe you’d believe me when I say, I’m sorry.