Back then I loved listening to the tuned that made me happy and carefree.
But now when I listen, I envision the memories leaving me with hidden sorrows.
Now the words of the tunes broke me more than you ever had.
One saying, You were the best, but you were also the worst.
And As sick as is sounds, I loved you first.
Another saying, Now every time I close my eyes, all I see is you
And I just wish I would’ve known before it hurt.
More and more words of the tunes involve you.
But even though I cry with sorrow,
I start to think those memories
are only illusions.
