Childhood Friends
When we were younger, we
Would spend our time by the
Treehouse we built back when
We were childhood friends.
Now we spend our time, apart
But not that far, and I start
To wonder about when
We stopped being childhood friends.
You began seeing different people
And stopped visiting the steeple
Of the treehouse we built when
We were childhood friends.
You started to party every night,
While I roam the streets on my bike.
I call you every now and then
asking if we're childhood friends.
The drugs you took changed your brain,
But you'd say that was a gain.
And I can't help thinking,
"This isn't my childhood friend."
You never seem to pick up, thank
God I left the voicemail blank,
'Cause I'd be screaming, "Don't you 'member when
We were those childhood friends
Who hung out every day
In the cold or in the rain,
and everybody used to say,
'Watch those childhood friends play'?"
When I heard that you were gone,
I didn't cry and sang a song
About the good ol' days when
We were childhood friends.
Years have passed and even though
you were out of my control,
I forgive you for what you did when
We weren't childhood friends.
I stand upon your grave,
And cast a flower down your way
and say
I remeber when
We were as in-
Seperable as twins
I remember when
We were childhood
friends.
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