The boys are still imature,
The girls are too grown up,
We've changed so much,
But lifes always changing.
I miss playing kiss chase,
on the playground,
and the bell ringing for my class,
to go in for lunch.
Being sent down the corridor,
having to face the wall,
secretly talking to my friends,
when there getting their books from the library
Every lunch time i played mums and dads,
I was the baby or te dog,
Every lunch time the same thing happen,
i never got tierd of it tho.
Ill remember these memories ,
for the rest of my life,
The friends i lost,And the friends i gained,
the friends ill know for ever!
The boys are still imature,
The girls are too grown up,
We've changed so much,
But we'll always have the same memories.