Sometimes I still see you
on the street
or in my dreams.
My, how you've changed
from that innocent
little girl.
Gone and changed your whole story
to impress
and repress.
It makes me want to scream,
"I know who you are
who you really are!"
But I don't,
Because you've already
forgotten me.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
Sometimes I still see you
on the street
or in my dreams.
My, how you've changed
from that innocent
little girl.
Gone and changed your whole story
to impress
and repress.
It makes me want to scream,
"I know who you are
who you really are!"
But I don't,
Because you've already
forgotten me.
