Ok, this is a songfic based on The Madonna song "This Used To Be My
Playground" I hope y'all like it!!! The words with the stars are the song.
*This used to be my playground*
Teddy Duchamp stared at himself in the rearview mirror of his car. What was he doing?
*This used to be my childhood dream*
It was that song his 15 year old daughter, Janelle, had been listen to this morning
*This used to be the place I ran to*
That's what was making him go back
*Whenever I was in need*
Back to that old tree house
*Of a friend*
That tree house where they had spent so much time.
*Why did it have to end*
Why did it have to end? Why? Why did Chris have to die?
*And why do they always say*
Why, before Teddy even got to say what a great friend Chris had been?
*Don't look back*
*Keep your head held high*
*Don't ask them why*
*Because life is short*
*And before you know*
*You're feeling old*
*And your heart is breaking*
*Don't hold on to the past*
*Well that's too much to ask*
*This used to be my playground*
Why did Chase have to sing that song at the breakfast table this morning? Gordie Lachance thought.
*This used to be my childhood dream*
Most 8 year old boys did not sing Madonna songs at the table, but his son did.
*This used to be the place I ran to*
Now here Gordie was driving from the next town over.
*Whenever I was in need*
Just to see this stupid tree house
*Of a friend*
Friend? They had been great friends. To bad none of them had kept in touch over the years
*Why did it have to end*
Everything had to end. Gordie couldn't help but think, if they hadn't gone that summer, maybe they'd still be friends
*And why do they always say*
But Gordie didn't like to think about what might have been. So he just drove on.
*Live and learn
*Well the years they flew
*And we never knew
*We were foolish then
*We would never tire
*And that little fire
*Is still alive in me
*It will never go away
*Can't say goodbye to yesterday can't say goodbye
*This used to be my playground*
Vern Tessio hurried down the sidewalk
*This used to be my childhood dream*
That annoying girl next door just had to be blaring that song, didn't she?
*This used to be the place I ran to*
Vern knew he never liked that girl
*Whenever I was in need*
He never went by the tree house, never even passed it!
*Of a friend*
But now that's where he was headed
*Why did it have to end*
He had read about Chris's death in the paper
*And why do they always say*
At first he thought maybe it had been a mistake, a misprint, but he knew it wasn't. Chris was gone.
*No regrets*
*But I wish that you*
*Were here with me*
*Well then there's hope yet*
*I can see your face*
*In our secret place*
*You're not just a memory*
*Say goodbye to yesterday the dream*
*Those are words I'll never say I'll never say*
*This used to be my playground *
The three old friends were surprised to see each other
*This used to be our pride and joy*
They hugged uncomfortably
This used to be the place we ran to
They stared up at what was left of the old tree house with tears in their eyes
*That no one in the world could dare destroy*
They mourned the lost of their best friend. Of a kindred spirit. Of Chris Chambers
*This used to be my playground*
Teddy Duchamp stared at himself in the rearview mirror of his car. What was he doing?
*This used to be my childhood dream*
It was that song his 15 year old daughter, Janelle, had been listen to this morning
*This used to be the place I ran to*
That's what was making him go back
*Whenever I was in need*
Back to that old tree house
*Of a friend*
That tree house where they had spent so much time.
*Why did it have to end*
Why did it have to end? Why? Why did Chris have to die?
*And why do they always say*
Why, before Teddy even got to say what a great friend Chris had been?
*Don't look back*
*Keep your head held high*
*Don't ask them why*
*Because life is short*
*And before you know*
*You're feeling old*
*And your heart is breaking*
*Don't hold on to the past*
*Well that's too much to ask*
*This used to be my playground*
Why did Chase have to sing that song at the breakfast table this morning? Gordie Lachance thought.
*This used to be my childhood dream*
Most 8 year old boys did not sing Madonna songs at the table, but his son did.
*This used to be the place I ran to*
Now here Gordie was driving from the next town over.
*Whenever I was in need*
Just to see this stupid tree house
*Of a friend*
Friend? They had been great friends. To bad none of them had kept in touch over the years
*Why did it have to end*
Everything had to end. Gordie couldn't help but think, if they hadn't gone that summer, maybe they'd still be friends
*And why do they always say*
But Gordie didn't like to think about what might have been. So he just drove on.
*Live and learn
*Well the years they flew
*And we never knew
*We were foolish then
*We would never tire
*And that little fire
*Is still alive in me
*It will never go away
*Can't say goodbye to yesterday can't say goodbye
*This used to be my playground*
Vern Tessio hurried down the sidewalk
*This used to be my childhood dream*
That annoying girl next door just had to be blaring that song, didn't she?
*This used to be the place I ran to*
Vern knew he never liked that girl
*Whenever I was in need*
He never went by the tree house, never even passed it!
*Of a friend*
But now that's where he was headed
*Why did it have to end*
He had read about Chris's death in the paper
*And why do they always say*
At first he thought maybe it had been a mistake, a misprint, but he knew it wasn't. Chris was gone.
*No regrets*
*But I wish that you*
*Were here with me*
*Well then there's hope yet*
*I can see your face*
*In our secret place*
*You're not just a memory*
*Say goodbye to yesterday the dream*
*Those are words I'll never say I'll never say*
*This used to be my playground *
The three old friends were surprised to see each other
*This used to be our pride and joy*
They hugged uncomfortably
This used to be the place we ran to
They stared up at what was left of the old tree house with tears in their eyes
*That no one in the world could dare destroy*
They mourned the lost of their best friend. Of a kindred spirit. Of Chris Chambers