Forgotten (Feat. Renko)

Counting down the remaining days,
Until the day we'd meet again.

And it turns out that in the end,
You got me thinking 'bout the same things.

Maybe I'm a lonesome sort of girl who
Just can't let the past become erased.
Only to see a picture of forgotten, far-off memories.

Tinted with the thoughts of one who's caught up,
In the drama of the world.
There's more to it than that, if you'd only ever come back.