Isn't It Funny

by Layla   Oct 13, 2004


When I was little, when I thought boys were nothing to look at
I had no idea that the boy I despised the most
Would later, be the one I couldn't live without
When I was little, I picked on him, I teased him
I played jokes to make him squirm
It was great fun just to see him get so frustrated
When I was little I didn't think about these things
Isn't it funny how things change?
When I was in middle school I started to notice boys
It was like a big storm came
And made everyone flirt, hold hands, and kiss
When I was in middle school these things were new
I didn't know how to approach the certain boy issues
Didn't know how I got to the point to where I got butterflies every time I saw him
When I was in middle school I had my first kiss
Isn't it funny how things change?
When I was a teenager we finally had our first outing together
We went out, had a superior date that none would be able to top
Going to the movies, going out to eat at the local restaurant was the thing to do
When I was a teenager I thought I knew everything
At those times the world revolves around you, and only you
Nothing could ruin what my boy and I had together
When I was a teenager I fell in love
Isn't if funny how things change?
When I was turning into an adult the simple life I had cherished
The life that brought me everything that was so right
Turned into something totally unexpected
When I was turning into an adult I realized that you have to go with the flow because
You don't see the "monsters" coming
And that is what becoming an adult means, having to deal with the changes
When I was turning into an adult. I wish I wasn't
Isn't it funny how things change?
Now I am an old lady I sit by myself, play cards by myself
Eat by myself; it is depressing, so sad
Such a sad story that you think it can only get better; but that's where you're wrong
Now I am an old lady I try to embrace the love of any individual that will allow me
Anything is better than being alone; you don't realize what you have until you loose it
And I lost mine on a harsh winter day, December 21, 1956
Now I am an old lady I sit and think how much I still miss him
Isn't if funny how things don't change.

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