She was sixteen,
I was twenty.
Life was good
and she's still pretty.
We parted our ways
but never forgot
how life was back then,
back in the days.
I still think of us
when I look at our mem'ries
even on the bus,
I enjoy our fantasies
Passengers scream
because I failed to respond
to an upcoming truck
driven by a blonde
I always hoped
we could still be friends
but am afraid
this is where it ends
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