summer time and sleepless nights are what we always have.
our broken dreams and the past four years have gone so fast.
you keep telling me that everything will be alright.
if it’s meant to be it’ll work out in the end just fine.
we’ll be alright.
well make this right.
we’ll be alright.
but you just fight with me like I can read your mind, the pain is killing me inside.
I’m a million miles away wishing to make things right.
what am I suppose to do?
please make this stop, I said I’m sorry.
what else do you want?
you’re all I’ve got and I won’t give you up.