Eight years old I was in love with a girl Eight years old My only love meant the world We'd hang out Play catch and kiss at lunch time I was young she was something to call mine I'd be lying if I said I was not Devastated and broken when she Opened my hand slid hers in Then walked away It was bad The only eight year old kid suicidal In the school Convinced I was down to survival Melodramatic in my usual way I was sure that the whole world would end When the girl left that day And it did Seventeen years old Riding home on the bus Seventeen Looking for someone to trust The seat next to me Sits down a girl I once loved She looks at me And then I remember her touch She smiles Then touches my knee All of the sudden I'm eight years old not seventeen Again Here's this girl I was in love, I was eight Almost a decade later A decade too late So she smiles Asks me "so how you been?" Then gives me her number to go out sometime this weekend My head is spinning it's all too surreal Deja vu doesn't begin to describe how I feel So I laugh There's nothing to say Maybe everything in my life's gonna end up this way
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