when i see you in the hall
you turn your head around
on the pictures you never seem to look happy
sad taste of mango and strawberry
you'll never be eight years old anymore
i know a wrinkle will make you jump out the window
if they were like clothes
i would wear other parents to replace yours
you used to follow me you fool
to take you to places i never go like
but one day you got tired of me
i miss your running around me