Were growing up so quickly and having, the things of our
Childhood slowly withering away and die out
you grow out of things and the places
you’ve been to get closed down things are ready starting
To fall apart some of the same friends
aren't as important as they once were to you
It all brings forth the feeling of revisiting the past
just to start enjoying the desire of it.
Every memory not forgotten when we
Tell the same old tale, all the familiar places
That we use to went to has a memory waiting
To be told and all the old faces of people I
These memories are escaping the older we get
It may never be the same again each and every
Memory is fading away as you grow up, faster
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