This summer, when I was just twenty three,
I can't forget the night of you and me,
I can't forget the next days of myself,
My stupid birthday of both, you and M.
This summer, I won't pray of your comeback,
And "my sweet prince" gon' be my soundtrack,
The song's for listen to when I'm upset,
It makes me feel the worst, but that's no bad.
This summer, when I get my twenty four,
I'm not about to touch your skin no more,
I'm not about to run away from me,
I see this summer's gone, it sets me free.
It sets me free, again.
This Summer
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