So as I walking down memory lane Passing by the house of Jane More like a house of pain...t All washed down, different faded colours that replaced each other over the years A dog named Scars lifts his ears
My childhood thoughts flood my head And childish emotions drench my oversized yellow gum boots It's like I'm back there again The bell of a bike chimes behind me at a distance "Life's a *******, " the all too familiar voice of the rider shouts And I look up just in time to see her, Life Hanging by no more than a string, on a dark cloud with no silver lining "She is isn't she? The type you can't help loving though," I say just below the sound of screeching tyres I turn searching for my first best friend's response There's no direct one, but I believe he agrees with me Because he is there, just...something like a pile of bones and steel Reaching, with all he has, for dear Life Yet she keeps drifting further away until The only thing that can catch up with her is his spirit And his spirit and soul have to separate
Miss Fit
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Life has a way of bringing back memories that you hoped would never turn up