The past

July 19, 2009
When we would hang out,
and sing our silly songs
You called me at 8 p.m.
and we'd talk all night long.

I don't know what happened,
But do you regret?
Ever hanging out with me,
O don't even say a threat.

Well why did you do it?
don't like it one bit.
In your eyes I see fear,
but in my eyes you see tears.

You ask me what's wrong,
I say you should know.
You ask me what I mean,
and I say you treat me like grass,burried by snow.

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