The Crowd of Who

Coming to grips with this temporary fix, Has shook up and burned my life's annex. Forgetting all the words you spoke and the lies you told, Makes me move forward, and you become the friend(s) of old. Where are you person I once knew, How are you and where have you gone to? No, why I ask when you just don't see. You don't reflect cause your all set to leave. Hundreds of tears away from my front step, And I remember your stance that was once so pumped up. Feeling your glare as I walk in the door, Red purple and blue are the colors you've painted me for. Now our heads all turn and sway, As we hear the same song so soothing play. The story begins with the fun of what they can. Progresses through childhood and messes with their head. Those people now feel bad, those people now won't be back. And all those people you burned, is not what they deserved, I'll be there years way down the road, to point out a life lesson you must know. I'll subtly come across before your view, spotted in a crowd of old friends you like to call "who?"