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Memories emerge like a long forgotten song.
A young gurl about three or four,
Being pulled out the door in tears,
As a woman and a man,
Scream and fight.
Girl of nine or ten,
Sitting alone at recess,
the wind blowing her hair into her face,
on that warmish spring day.
Girl of thirteen,
thinking shes on top of the world,
then sitting in her room crying,
after getting caught.
Girl of fourteen,
Waisting the summer away,
with her friends,
And the boy she didn't even know she liked.
Girl still fouteen,
Lost and confused,
What does he really want?,
What does she really want?
Girl just fifteen,
Siiting on the yard swing,
With her best friends,
And the one she likes,
The one she thought liked her.
Girl still fifteen,
Laying with the boy,
No fooling around,
Just cuddling,
Watching TV,
Breathing as one,
Thought to be the start of something great,
Truely the begining of the ending.
Gurl at fifteen,
Crying herself to sleep,
He doesn't want her,
He never did,
He won't even look her in the eye,
When he does,
All she sees in his blue eyes are regret
Thats when she remembers,
Those summers past,
Those days on the couch,
That day at the beach,
all of her thoughts and memories,
Of him and them,
coming Crashing and flooding back to her,
Like the tears she shed soo many nights.
A young gurl about three or four,
Being pulled out the door in tears,
As a woman and a man,
Scream and fight.
Girl of nine or ten,
Sitting alone at recess,
the wind blowing her hair into her face,
on that warmish spring day.
Girl of thirteen,
thinking shes on top of the world,
then sitting in her room crying,
after getting caught.
Girl of fourteen,
Waisting the summer away,
with her friends,
And the boy she didn't even know she liked.
Girl still fouteen,
Lost and confused,
What does he really want?,
What does she really want?
Girl just fifteen,
Siiting on the yard swing,
With her best friends,
And the one she likes,
The one she thought liked her.
Girl still fifteen,
Laying with the boy,
No fooling around,
Just cuddling,
Watching TV,
Breathing as one,
Thought to be the start of something great,
Truely the begining of the ending.
Gurl at fifteen,
Crying herself to sleep,
He doesn't want her,
He never did,
He won't even look her in the eye,
When he does,
All she sees in his blue eyes are regret
Thats when she remembers,
Those summers past,
Those days on the couch,
That day at the beach,
all of her thoughts and memories,
Of him and them,
coming Crashing and flooding back to her,
Like the tears she shed soo many nights.