London, are you still waiting for me? Like i'm waiting for him, every night before i fell asleep?

When i was in a bad mood, I'll always find the way to makes me happy. I do read our old late night text. How time flies and never bring you back to me. I do always imagine how could you left me, like i was nothing to you. I miss you.

I'm sorry cuz I miss you, so bad.

How i miss the old me, but I'm proud with the new me.