What happened to the boy nextdoor
The one I played with everyday
The one that made me laugh and cry
The one I went everywhere with
and no where without
The one I called Rick, the one I called bestfriend
The one that filled my empty hand
The one that now leaves an empty space in my heart and tears rolling down my face
The sweet little boy nextdoor is now a shadow in the past
He's grown up now, practically a young adult
I guess at 15 years of age things change and I wish they havent
I miss that boy I used to know nextdoor, the one I now call stranger