e escuta a música que um dia chamaram de ''nossa música''.

She sits on her bed with her hair in a ponytail, listening to the song they once called theirs. And she wonders why people choose a song they would hate later on in the future. She wonders why in every song about love make it seem so alive, so caring & so vulnerable, yet so delicate, when lies are hidden beneath each word. Once the secrets are exposed, the song dies along with the love that use to think the words expressed their feelings in the first place. And the words did express their feelings, it just didn't show the heartbreak through the smiles as you sung along when you used to love it.