The bittersweet taste of memories. Coffee on Monday morning not used to the caffeine.
Hide behind the bleachers until the dancing ends.
I swear I will never thing of that day again.
Tomorrow we'll have company and swim in the pool. I don't like my swim suit but the water is cool.
Sunscreen can run into my eyes.
But underwater is silent and it's nice.
It's a fine eighth year of life.
You had your struggles and I had mine.
It was a competition of who had it worst.
As always you came in first
//another songgg\\
