Sitting under the tree,
You spoke to me.
I don't remember now
What we spoke about,
But I know you were there
With flowers in your hair,
And you told me everything
During the bliss of spring.
The months faded to summer;
We didn't get any younger,
But still we sat,
Me, with my denim hat,
And you spoke to me.
I remember how it was to see
I wasn't alone in the world.
With you I wasn't just some girl.
I told you everything, too;
I gave my soul to you.
I never thought we'd grow apart.
You wouldn't believe how it broke my heart
When you became someone new,
And you were no longer the girl I knew.
I can't believe I lost my best friend
Why did the days under the tree have to end?
Who knows why or how,
But I really miss you now.
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