Last Summer
So i finally took the time
to sit down and have a good cry.
And i finally took the time
to realise that good friends
really aren't good friends at all.
And i found myself lonely in a room full of people.
Because you can spend your hwole life
thinking you know what will happen
but in reality its never what we thought it was.
Because noone is ever like they were last summer,
and noone's ever telling the truth.
Noone's ever really there for you,
and there's never really a right thing to do.
Copyright © Allie Taylor | Year Posted 2005
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