Because summer will turn into fall
Then you'll leave and you're gone
You don't need me at all
Like the trees in the autumn breeze
It's ironic the way that you leave
Love is like riding a bike, scary, but then it's alright
I got the hang of it, right?
'Til you start moving too fast
Look up and you're 'bout to crash
Why doesn't love evеr last?
So call me a pessimist
| Source | : | Genius |
| Penulis | : | Annisa Marifah |
| Editor | : | Nesiana |
