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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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