Remember when we used to play school.
WE used to think we were really cool.
Your sister would teach me and mine you.
The would boos is and tell us what to do.
We would always swim together, always play a game.
Baking in you play house,everyday it was the same.
We then got to 6th grade, you forgeot me more then before.
It seemed like you hated me, each day more and more.
Then it got worse, when we got to 7th grade.
You forgot me because all the friends you made.
We went outr seperate ways, I regret it all the time.
Please say you changed your mind because this little rhyme.
