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How do I move on, when your blocking my path? How can I accept what ive done, without reliving my past? How can I close my eyes and not see it again and again? How can this still haunt me, it happened when I was ten?
The day of his birthday, he didn’t talk to me I didn’t know what to do, so I tapped his shoulder gingerly He swung around and hit me, right across the face The only thing I noticed was my mouths bloody taste I screamed at him and pushed him hard The next thing I knew, I was writing a get-well soon card. My mother was in shock, that I could be so cruel And to think this had only started, because of that stupid ball.
I ran in the park laughing away When a boy came up to me, and asked if he could play I shook his hand we became friends Next thing I knew, he was driving me round the bend So one day, when I saw him at school I ran over and punctured his ball He burst into tears and said his daddy gave in that I was sent to the corner, and there I sat.
Everyday I wished I could change the past And everyday seemed to last and last The kids at school looked at me in disgust To tell the truth, I agreed if I must And so now im twenty and living my life I still wish I hadn’t stole that kitchen knife.
(I realised this might not make sense, she used the knife to puncture the ball)
gothgirl added this comment 2009-03-19 19:32:50-05:00
aww this is great..love the way you set this out:)
gothgirl added this comment 2009-03-19 19:32:50-05:00
aww this is great..love the way you set this out:)