Moving On{1}

You and I used to be so close...we used 2 be like glue...we used to play wit Little dolls we used 2 ride bikes and play dress up...now the dolls sit in a dusty box...the bikes full of rust sit in the garage, the dresses, old and torn lay still in a dark attic, the glue has come undone, I'm sorry 2 say but were moving on...