I miss those summer days
all the games we use to play
talking about nothing
having everything

I miss who we use to be
imagining all the sights we would see
being anything we wanted
after our dreams we hunted

Guess life has moved on
Maybe we will see a new dawn
I-

Fuck it i lost the mood. I dunno what this is even about, besides Andres Amnesia...I really cant write anything good. Dammit.