Where it used to be...

What will you do when a person think you're cute?
What will you do when a person think you're hot?
What will you do when a person think you're handsome?
I never think any of this, because it will never happen to me.
I look at the beach, staring at the sea...
It makes me think of something familiar, yet horrible.
It all reminds me of the time where we used to play...
It all reminds me of the time where we are having a good time...
It all reminds me of where it used to be...