I think of all the things,
I could and should have done,
But now I cant,
Because I moved and it was no fun.
I still have friends,
But its not the same,
Because our friendships,
Are just a silly game,
If I died today,
I doubt any if the would care,
But I know I’d care if they did,
That’s why its not fare.
I wish I could just go back,
Back to when I thought moving would be fun,
I deny ever thinking that,
Now that all the movings done,
So I hope none of you ever wish to move,
Or think that its for the better,
Because I believed my mom when she sed that,
And now all I have from each of my friends, is a letter.
