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Lizzie C
Guest
i look at the tree where we first met
and see it at it's tallest yet
i look at the leaves that shaded us
sitting on your side just because
after, we would walk to the park
and carve our name on the old tree bark.
i held your hand and you held mine
thinking everything would be fine
as i walk down the road called Oak Street
looking at where you told me to meet
this is where you'll walk away
thinkin i'll be better this way
you'll tell me its for the best
watching the sun set in the west
sitting here under the same tree
the one where we had first met
the one where we had departed
the tree i will never forget
watching you shrink in the distance
the pain hitting me in an instance
your words were as cold as the night
where its too dark with no light
i stand up and start to walk
still yearning for you, still in shock
walking along this road, Oak Street
trying hard not to hit the concrete
this street is just like any other one
but different for me for this reason
this is where you walked away
thought i'd be better this way
you'd told me it was for the best
we watched the sun set in the west
sitting here under the same tree
the one where we had first met
the one where we had departed
the tree i will never forget
i needed to write a ballad. and im not totally sure if this is one.
and see it at it's tallest yet
i look at the leaves that shaded us
sitting on your side just because
after, we would walk to the park
and carve our name on the old tree bark.
i held your hand and you held mine
thinking everything would be fine
as i walk down the road called Oak Street
looking at where you told me to meet
this is where you'll walk away
thinkin i'll be better this way
you'll tell me its for the best
watching the sun set in the west
sitting here under the same tree
the one where we had first met
the one where we had departed
the tree i will never forget
watching you shrink in the distance
the pain hitting me in an instance
your words were as cold as the night
where its too dark with no light
i stand up and start to walk
still yearning for you, still in shock
walking along this road, Oak Street
trying hard not to hit the concrete
this street is just like any other one
but different for me for this reason
this is where you walked away
thought i'd be better this way
you'd told me it was for the best
we watched the sun set in the west
sitting here under the same tree
the one where we had first met
the one where we had departed
the tree i will never forget
i needed to write a ballad. and im not totally sure if this is one.