Summers Time

I run down this road, look to my left, then to my right, Nothings there anymore. I go to the beach, and what I got was burned. I follow you all the way, but I was out of Reach. Hoping, watching everyone else, have their fun. Seem so distant but right there. What do I have? Don't know anymore. But who does a Freak have, but oneself. Why do words hurt so much? Who will be there with me? The Waves of the Ocean, and the sand on my feet. If only I could walk on the Shore again, and look into your eyes, and just hold onto this moment forever. But after these Boys of Summer, you look with favor are gone. I will always be here. Go back to the beach.