Remember

by Zoe Rose   May 2, 2011


The day seems to become longer
It's harder to get up in the morning
I just wanna lay there in bed
I swear I can't get up an see that you're happy
... with out me
We pass each other
I look at you
You look at me
... I begin to wonder
Do you ever think about or remember
....when we were best friends?

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