Lyrics
Remember how we used to laugh
Reflecting on joyful moments shared in the past.
Chillin and smilin when you would come over
Recalling relaxed and happy times when the person visited.
Remember how we used to cry
Nostalgically remembering moments of sadness and tears.
Late summer nights with your hand around my shoulder
Recollection of summer nights with a comforting touch.
I will never leave your side
Expressing commitment to staying by the person's side.
Just promise me one day we'll get older
Hoping for a shared future despite the passage of time.
Got too many gone too soon
Mourning the loss of many individuals who departed prematurely.
Now your memories in a folder
Memories now stored in a folder, suggesting a sense of closure.
You could have won first place
Acknowledging the unrealized potential for success.
You could have had it all
Regret for not achieving everything that was possible.
We could have gone to prom
Mentioning missed opportunities, like attending prom together.
But the writings on the wall
Acceptance of an inevitable outcome, represented by "the writing on the wall."
There's all kinds of things that I could've said
Reflecting on unsaid things, expressing a sense of missed chances.
Now I don't have the chance
Regret over the lost opportunity to communicate.
All our messages on read
Unanswered messages contributing to the feeling of loss.
Losing friends one too many times
Experiencing repeated loss of friends, possibly due to premature deaths.
I can't forgot all our times in life
Nostalgia for shared experiences and the impact of those times.
Remember how we used to laugh
Repetition of the sentiment expressed in line 1.
Chillin and smilin when you would come over
Reiteration of positive memories of joy and companionship.
Remember how we used to cry
Repetition of moments of shared sadness during summer nights.
Late summer nights with your hand around my shoulder
Reiteration of commitment to loyalty and support.
I will never leave your side
Repetition of hope for a shared future despite challenges.
Just promise me one day we'll get older
Reiteration of the desire for shared aging and growing together.
Got too many gone too soon
Repetition of mourning the loss of individuals who left too soon.
Now your memories in a folder
Reiteration of memories stored and the finality of closure.
We could have reached the stars and went crazy
Expressing the unrealized potential for achieving greatness together.
My mind is filled with thoughts and all the maybes
Mind filled with contemplation about missed opportunities and uncertainties.
You wanted me to come, pressure don't phase me
Not succumbing to external pressures, maintaining resilience.
Now I'm picking up your pieces
Taking responsibility for picking up the emotional pieces left behind.
But what i did wasn't quite enough
Acknowledging personal efforts but feeling they were insufficient.
And I know all your times were rough
Acknowledging the difficult times the departed individual experienced.
Put up a front like you were so tough
Recognition of a façade of toughness that the person presented.
Why couldn't you just open up
Expressing a desire for the departed to have opened up emotionally.
Saying things
Referring to past words and statements that are now regretted.
I would once regret
Thoughts triggering reflection on the initial meeting.
Just making me think
Revisiting the emotions felt during the first encounter.
The time that we first met
Reiteration of positive memories and their impact on the individual.
Remember how we used to laugh
Repetition of the theme of past laughter and joy.
Chillin and smilin when you would come over
Reiteration of the positive impact of the person's visits.
Remember how we used to cry
Repetition of shared moments of sadness during summer nights.
Late summer nights with your hand around my shoulder
Reiteration of commitment to loyalty and support.
I will never leave your side
Reiteration of hope for a shared future despite challenges.
Just promise me one day we'll get older
Reiteration of the desire for shared aging and growing together.
Got too many gone too soon
Repetition of mourning the loss of individuals who left too soon.
Now your memories in a folder
Repetition of memories stored and the finality of closure.
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