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When we met you were 15 and I was 17, both still a teen.

Yes we were young and yes we were dumb,

but together we made a great sum.

Together our futures had great hope,

but alone we've been having to climb a great slope.

Now 23 I miss my son and his ways,

and the love our relationship pays.

I starve for a taste of your soul and spirit,

But now you won't hear it. I quess you fear it.

Making the same mistakes,

and not having the strength to do what it takes.

If you could only feel my sorrow and determination,

you'd see that our love has the strength to match any nation.

Today we're friends and have made most of our amends.

I quess that's better than nothing,

but I'd rather have a different something.

I'd rather be together

making our life's burdons lite as a feather.

We'd actualy be happy and our lives wouldn't be so crappy.

I pray that one day you'll realize this and give me a call

so we can have our last dance and ball

before we grow too old and fall.