The little note you wrote
we were only seven or so years old
I remember the day you picked me a rose
And gave me a kiss on the cheek before I rode my bicycle home
You would hold my hand,and drag me along
to the woods where we'll play,and you told me I would never be alone

We were friends or perhaps a little bit more
but ten years down the line you seem to not care anymore
We were lovers till ninth grade or so
All of the sudden I got no more visits at all
you left me hanging,but I'm still waiting for a **** call
now I see you walking down the road
not alone,but with another girl
she was pretty,green eyes and all
I see you two kissing and it broke me to the core
I never really understood how this came about
I geuss I wasn't the one you will always be thinking about
I was your first girl,something that you will forever remember
your last girl will never love you as deep as I did
but perhaps she will be prettier then your first love after all