I was walking through the forest,
and you found me,
I hung out with you, and you see what I see
I point out the clouds as we sit under trees
And you laugh as I pretend to play piano keys
This is how life is supposed to be
We hung out every day, From July to May
And this friendship was like cookies on a tray
But then one day, you just went away
You didn't even say goodbye
And I remember starting to cry
at 3 am on a lonely night,
when I see no end in sight
But I have the might
to remember the good times
even though life is sour like limes