I still smell the old me in you ,
In each word's I picture my old memories .
Every sentences takes me back
in that old classroom ,
where once i had friends,
Friends who maked jokes together,
Teachers who use to make your day,
Lunchbreaks where we used to share foods with friends
Ooh! my old school memories, you are like age ,can't be lived again .
That old classroom is no more
That old friends are no more
That old teachers are no more making our day,
Now lunch is eaten without friends,
All we are left with is that old promises ,
To never be apart, memories to never be forgotten.
My old school diary, just by a touch of your memories , you still put a old smile on me

I GUESS THAT'S WHAT A OLD MEMORIES DO .