Fun Times
I sit here thinking to myself.
Thinking about the good old days.
Of all the fun times I used to have.
And of all the people that
Those times were with.
There are so many people that
I have forgotten about, but
Then there are those that I
Could never forget about.
So many people that I cared about,
But yet I lost them.
Some of them I have lost for all eternity.
One love, two loves, three loves gone.
Never to return, never to
Be heard from again.
Was it something that I did?
Or was it just “fate?”
So many questions unsaid,
So many questions unanswered.
Thinking about the good old days.
Of all the fun times I used to have.
And of all the people that
Those times were with.
There are so many people that
I have forgotten about, but
Then there are those that I
Could never forget about.
So many people that I cared about,
But yet I lost them.
Some of them I have lost for all eternity.
One love, two loves, three loves gone.
Never to return, never to
Be heard from again.
Was it something that I did?
Or was it just “fate?”
So many questions unsaid,
So many questions unanswered.
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