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I Miss Those Days
I miss those days when we could fly,
Our bodies leaping through the sky,
At least, that was how it seemed,
With the friendship between you and me.
Almost always scraped knees and buck-tooth smiles,
Everyday was magic that seemed to stretch miles,
And even when we were away, we weren’t,
Because our friendship was always sound and sure.
But as all good things come to an end, so did this,
And I never imagined moments that weren’t pure bliss
Because we started growing, more than we could ever know
But as our bodies shifted, our feelings did also.
I miss the days when all was still,
When feelings weren’t as hard to kill
When secrets remained buried and promises stayed true,
With a smile to the people you never knew.
Now you tell me you love me, then change your mind,
Then say you’re sorry and ask for me just one last time,
I’ll send you away with a broken heart,
Because I know I shouldn’t have even let this start.
I miss the days when we were just friends
Our very lives tied from end to end
When we could sit together and I wasn’t afraid
That you would start to make this clear dream fade
But I am strong; I will not fade
I will not miss you one more day
This is the mess you made, now reap what you sow
And don’t come back when you cry in woe.
But I miss the days of me and you,
When the sun was bright and the sky was blue,
But now everything seems to take on a shade of gray
Ever since that day when you threw me away.