Treasure Island

chelsi lewellyn

(may 9th 1991 / PA)

New friends


Im missing her more and more
Now i am opeing a new door
new friends that i have now
wow all i can say is how?
we all have so much fun
i just want to get up and run
I still miss michelle like always
her and i didnt do any thing
but yet we are the ones eho pay
how is this ever fair
i mean cant all of us just share
My new friends are cool
we all act like a fool
we have more fun than you all know
there is more than we all show

Submitted: Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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