From the way I act around
her
You’d think I don’t know her
From the way I talk about
her
You’d think I’d want to hurt
her
But from the way I think
about her
You’d know I want to be a
friend to her
A history has happened between
us
But I hope there is now end
I remember once upon a time
When she acted really kind
As we were just kids
I was alone in a box full of
sand
Then she came and sat down
beside me
And didn’t look up with a
sign of doubt
We started talking
And pretty soon we were
laughing
We talked and laughed some
more
And a strange thing happened
It never became a bore
But what happened long ago,
It seems like a faraway
dream
Did I let her go?
Or did she plan a scheme
Somehow we stopped talking
But so there is no doubt
I miss those days
When I was all alone in a box full of sand
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