When you come across an old enemy
The sight digs up what was buried years ago
With age you might develop empathy
Or you shall forever remain a foe
But a sight that causes replay
Is one that shouldn’t be ignored
You live life day by day
Memories is all you have to adore
Maybe one day we could talk again
Sit down civilized and discuss
Maybe we could bury the hatchet, amen
I’ve grown now I’m not about all that fuss
And if not we could shoot the fair like we did once ago
But I’ll have you know
I’m not that little girl I was once before
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