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Words were simple,words were quick, look at the words that resemble walking sticks. Remember we'd plant them and watch them grow...now they're old and we don't like them anymore.
-Remember when we'd play games and had lots of fun...now we've moved on are left with none.
-Remember when I saw you and you use to smile, now I havent even seen you in a while.
-Remember when you'd call and say"just to say hello"...now you call and say "I just dont think I'll be able to go."
-Rememebr when you'd propose "hey let's hang out"...now it just does'nt seem like you try to figure what I'm talking about.
-Remember.
Heres some you might have forgot, like when I tried to be everything that I'm not.
-How about when my room became a cell, waiting for you call, only to see it wouldnt happen at all.
-What about when I told you "you have a beautiful smile" and that I'd stick around for a while, then you made up a test and put me to the trial.
-Can you remember when I gave up my muse, only to see you werent amused.
-Heres one that was etched in my most intimate collection, never parting from my concious recollection, not even in my death will I ever forget, the day I just got up and left.
-Remember when we'd play games and had lots of fun...now we've moved on are left with none.
-Remember when I saw you and you use to smile, now I havent even seen you in a while.
-Remember when you'd call and say"just to say hello"...now you call and say "I just dont think I'll be able to go."
-Rememebr when you'd propose "hey let's hang out"...now it just does'nt seem like you try to figure what I'm talking about.
-Remember.
Heres some you might have forgot, like when I tried to be everything that I'm not.
-How about when my room became a cell, waiting for you call, only to see it wouldnt happen at all.
-What about when I told you "you have a beautiful smile" and that I'd stick around for a while, then you made up a test and put me to the trial.
-Can you remember when I gave up my muse, only to see you werent amused.
-Heres one that was etched in my most intimate collection, never parting from my concious recollection, not even in my death will I ever forget, the day I just got up and left.
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