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the good times
Contributed by
bheuey
on
Sunday, 30th November 2003 @ 11:42:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Tonight is not the first time that i sat here all alone Thinking about all my troubles that i have grown
But i try not to think about what we used to have Driving around together no thought of being sad
We loved to be the rebels All day we'd get high No worries of anything That we did or tried
You'd meet me at my window On a late Saturday night I'd sneak out my bedroom for some fries
You'd call me up to tell me To sing you a lullabye I'd tell you, that i'd do it Without asking why
But now you're all grown up My, you've grown so fast Things will never seem like they were back in the past
I wonder if you see me From across the room It looks as if you are studying everything i do
I see you start to get up approach me cautioasly after all these years You look the same to me
The good times, i start to remember the good times
Copyright ©
bheuey
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2003-11-30 23:42:06] (Date/Time posted on
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