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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