Baabaa

I thought of the first three lines, wrote them down, and it turned into a song. It even has a little melody. It's the first song I've written in quite a while, so be honest... but don't be too harsh.
It actually isn't based on a personal experience, in case you wonder.

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I curl my hands
Into a fist
To grab onto my childhood
I hold on tight
Nostalgia takes over
And I can't help remembering you,
No, I can't help remembering you

Do you recall when
We used to run
Down to the park in the day?
You pushed me on
The wooden swingset and
I couldn't help loving you,
No, I couldn't help loving you

All the time we spent talking,
Did it mean a thing
When you moved away?

'Cause I searched that whole playground
But there was no trace
Of your mellow smile
Or your bright face

So I cried myself to sleep
Under the tree we used to sit in
On quiet evenings
There was nothing better to do

Then one day
A long while later
I saw you crossing the street
But then my heart
I swear it skipped two beats
When you said you didn't recognize me
No you didn't recognize me
Didn't even recognize me...

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