8 Years Old

Eight years old I was in love with a girl
Eight years old my only love meant the world
We'd hang out, play catch and kiss at lunch time
I was young she was something to call mine
I'd be lying if I said I was not devestated and broken when She opened my hand slid hers in, then walked away
It was bad the only eight year old kid suicidal
In a school convinced I was down to survival
Melodramatic in my usual way I was sure that the whole World would end when the girl left that day, and it did
Seventeen years old riding home on the bus
Seventeen years old looking for someone to trust
In the seat next to me sits down a girl I once loved
She looks at me and then I remember her touch
She smiles then touches my knee all of a sudden I'm eight Years old not Seventeen.....again.
Here's this girl I was in love I was eight
Almost a decade later a decade too late
So she smiles ask me so how you been
Then gives me her number to go out some time this Weekend
My heads spinning its all too surreal
Deja Vu doesn't begin to describe how I feel
So I Laugh, there's nothing to say
Maybe evrything in my life is gonna end up this way