Naive کے بول

Everyday reminders of the past I all the time I took to choose the wrong way the sun shines on golden times up and down with the moon change comes so soon teenage love I can sometimes I I have some growing up to do I tried so hard not to lie but truth is no better when it makes her cry and cry what to say, what to let slip by I can everyday reminders of the way I used to be I now know she is better off without me now my life is right where I want it I can figure out what I am really it was always, here we go again giving up try as I might all so naïve we believe there cause everything then when we step back and take a good look at what happened we see all the reasons she cried now that I look I get just why we I want her to hold me