Every time I hear this song, it reminds me of you.
The good things we had.
The good we brought out in each other.
And then, I long to be your friend again.
But as soon as that thought hits, so do the words you said to me that night.
The hate, the spite.
The facade you impeccably kept up came tumbling down on top of us.
Every time I hear this song. This song I sang for you.
My mind always gets taken aback.
"Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow."
I Aite I Community Member 
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