Once laughing in a summer breeze
then deported over seas
far away you always call
but sometimes I am still to bawl
I always am to see your face
yet you are in a dangerous place
but that was many years ago
faded memories plain and old
Now our places have seem to switch
for I am the one who throws the pitch
You always call me hurtful names
and never want to play my games
I am left to stand alone
my heart is now a crumbled stone
I try and try get to you
but you just do the things you do
yell at me and shake your head
until the sky's a somber red.
