You and I would be always talking.
Every Friday against the brick
Big kid and little kid,
Always trying to lift you up.

Your mother always hated me,
She never acknowledged me,
And we never talked again.
I bet your mom was thankful when we (my family) moved out of her apartment.

I know you've forgotten me,
But I don't really mind.
Lets just let the past be the past,
The present be the present,
And the future be the future.

When you arrived, I did not recognize you.
But really, you haven't changed at all.
You're still that little kid I knew years ago.